Death Comes Your Way

Now, you could be the leaf in the breeze

Or a dust mote

Or the blood on the blade of a cutthroat

Or the lamb

Or a man, stranded in the tide until he drifts into the sand

You could play the victim

You could be the scammed

You could be the conquered people of the land

You can be deceived

You can be the reed

You could be the clear cut wood or the seeds

Grow roots, stretch out, expand

Mimic an old man's lines on his hands

The rich man's time slips by like a serpent

Because it can't be bought from a merchant

Stains won't come out with detergent

Out, damn spot, out!

But it's permanent

So we're burning it

Pain, we're earning it

Ask why I gaze up to the firmament

So make haste, and stand still, stuck in place

Stardust, we're all just stuff in space

It's tough to grasp, but we must embrace

And some will come to wonder what the **** is faith

It is or it isn't, it wasn't or it was

We're dying to rig the system with a switch or a plug

We tinker and we nudge

It's addiction and buzz to put our hands on it

And snap a stick in the mud

But time is infinite

And clock's an instrument

For you to watch it all tick past in increments

But if there was a dream, then we're all convinced in it

All kinds of brilliant minds and simpletons

I've heard it said that the eyes are the windows in

The shining dancing bonfires in the winter

There's a light within

And if you find you begin to smell smoke

It's 'cause I use the rhymes as kindling

[02:31.62][02:26.60][02:21.50]round round we go

[02:23.620]we gotta go off what we know

[02:28.75]till we all end up alone