Will

I was talkin' to this guy I don't remember 'bout what But he said "The choice is simple" Simple? Hell no Life's not simple I have the hardest times making the simplest choices Like Air: Is it really that necessary? If I stop Will my mind shatter into a million pieces? Will I fall asleep? And dream of Jesus? Will I lead a life of love and drugs and sex and rock 'n' rock? Or will I die and know I'm dead? And lay like a doornail Till they find my rotted corpse Will my dead carcus feel the wheels of the car coming towards me? Will I feel the steel-toe of the driver's kick and hear the harsh words of his curse? For making him late For a date With a recovering whore Will it leave a bruise? On my fair skin Growing pale Will I ever wake up? Where there's a will, there's an asshole to fuck it all up

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