Never what you expect, but always what you deserve
Joyous innocence, painful realizations, love eternal, or a slight variation of sorts
Running to reach it, but just behind, too true it would seem
What is right, or what is generally accepted, does it matter in their eyes?

Transition to reality, monetary goods the focal point
A fine auto or luxury stone to boot?
Your number grows as your chips extend exponentially
The silver spoon perched high for all your kind to see

White strikes your beard as reflection shows true
Regret, remorse, and past moments of general apathy rule your thoughts
What could you have ever done to change the endless battle?
After all, they have always known you better than yourself, right?

What have my countryman done? A display so vial!
To rob them of so much, for the simple spread of our colors
Will I ever know the truth, or be forever sheltered by the shade of the trees?
The hourglass almost empty, the goodness of our true self must be revealed...

The Devil In The Road

Another day was passing, as they always seem to do
My head was in the sky, with the eagles and the blue
Such vial destruction and chaos stood before
Of loss, pain, and that god-awful whore

Trying to forget, as many men do
Through the bottle, friends, and you know who
But this day was different, unlike the rest
As we rounded the corner, I became quite distressed

What stood before me, I wasn't quite sure
But his shadowy figure was evil, quite pure
The goosebumps came like a brisk frosty wind
And I wondered what he'd done to emit so much sin

Slowly we moved on towards this figure of black
A force pulled us in and there was no turning back
My blood turned cold and my eyes set aflame
That blasted demon seemed to know my true name

Just then in the distance, a shimmering light
A small beckon of refuge shone through the night
I had gone too far though, I was quite sure
To make it to, God's kingdom of pure