The Endless Waltz: Part 3

Someone un-cuff me now Yes, you officer I already swore I never knew her At least I thought she said she was 21 Please believe me it was all in good fun But he’s promising me the chair He says “That was the preacher’s daughter” I said look me in the eyes does it look like I care Like I said it was all in good fun Another tale to tell when the night is done For now we must run, we must run, we must run Because this night is so close to done The morning will be here soon carried on the back of the sun These uphill battles are to be fought but never won So I believe we better make this quick Soon I will run out of excuses and out will come the nooses To hang me from the highest branch of the old oak tree Though I will not choke The bole shall break once again for me Oh, yes you shall see me falling free I will not get my wish I’m cursed with everyone else’s wish immortality So may I reiterate on the price we pay to be quote free Your not you and I’m not me We’re just 9 digits in a database no longer human beings Yes, such a beautiful freedom they have conceived So Mr. Cowboy president or may I say Jesus of tyranny What kingdom do you expect to come from all your good deeds All the seeds of disaster have been planted If your will is granted they will burst and bloom Consume all things and until then we’ll trade oil for blood I’m going to show some good judgement You can have your kingdom of cards castles Built carefully in sand Enjoy your kingdom vacant and unmanned