Rock, Paper, Scissor

Need to do something constructive so I don't fall to my doom. Rock, paper, scissor (before I go a howlin' at the moon) Rock for the times when life's really on a roll Emotion into rhythm, stabbing, bleeding from a soul Paper holding the weight of what I'm throwing out from my pen I carry words around until they escape from me again Scissor sharp skills can cut the f#ck out of a rug But life's not a dance unless addicted like a drug.