He’s

A wild card waiting to happen

A standing ovation

Imagine this backhanded nation

The dagger elation

As he begins to fall

To a place

Where no birds sang

Where all hopes hang

It’s a statement

Of suffocation and bliss

He raises his hand

As he shoots from the hip

Can’t find a noose that will fit

He’s losing his grip

It’s all in the script

Just so you could see

Adam and Eve

Fruitlessly picking apples

From the trees of deceit

Stick to his roots

Don’t know if he’s naive

Aspirations branch to different places

Just to fall like autumn leaves

Just to fall like autumn leaves

Just to fall like autumn leaves

Just to fall like autumn leaves

We can’t see both sides of the door

It’s hard to get a handle of this double edge sword

Say my piece with my chest on the board

What’s a knight to a king to a queen to a pawn

Don’t trust a sorrow soul

Who has sold his solemn sole

Trodden the longest of roads

To the debts he has owed

As the darkness unfolds

And begins to divulge

On all that you hold

We can’t see both sides of the door

It’s hard to get a handle of this double edge sword

Say my piece with my chest on the board

What’s a knight to a king to a queen to a