Face

Stormy night:

I ain't here to preach to you
teach to you
or write a goddamned speech for you
I just need to get this off my chest
cause right now I can't take a breath
the following story, it might be true
the events, they spoke to me, don't know about you
the consequence a mystery, the rest, nothing but history

a young man walks along a road
his head in the clouds, boots heavy on the ground
it's dark, raining, pit-patter all around
it's a long walk home where he lives out his aimless exsistence
where he lives all alone with no drive or persistence

tats one one arm, scars on another
some from violence, some from other
an unfortunate habit he got from his mother

does he know any different?
does he feel remorse?
maybe you should get off your oh -so- high ****ing horse

a car pulls up, he needs the ride
not as if he wants to confide
but these oppressive thoughts ain't keeping him dry
why over-think this one little bit
if you've never even given a ****
hell, it even looks warm inside
like I said, he needed that ride

clambers through the door, wipes his feet on the floor
yeah drive on mate, I'm drenched to the core
got rent to pay, and kids to watch
I'm already late, for that, and more
his lies a second nature, his past present future
he doesn't know you, be he'd try to screw ya

a constant progression , a constant regression
about time he learned a ****ing lesson
he'll come to learn it eventually
that's one thing I gaurantee
how do I know this?
well, for one thing, that idiot was me

the car pulls away into the storm
the sky was clear earlier, I shrug, it's the norm
along the road we continue to drive
the driver looks over, somehow dead inside
the look in his eyes, somehow all too alive

we come to a stop and he reaches for steel
tick tock, time stopped, i loe the ability to feel
you just don't expect this **** to happen to you
this can't be right, this can't be real
next thing I know there's a gun to my head
is this how i go, i'm filled with dread

a voice rings out too clam, too clear
"all that matters is you got in the car"
"You don't know what this is, we've come this far"
"you ain't nothing to me, I don't care who you are"

a gun to my head, a knife in my hand
an open trunk with a body in a body -bag
Am I joining him in this ****ing wasteland
am I cutting him up piece by piece, is this what's planned
if I do, then can i go, and if that's so, does my relief show?

the figure in the trunk moves, and i thank god his soul is still still here
but the driver pushes barrel to my temple, what was relief now turns to fear
I'm not going to be cutting up meat, oh no, oh dear
that's a minor feat compared to the realisation that blood would be spilled
him or me, kill or be killed

I down look into those eyes, they look like mine

what if I was him, and he was me
what if he was free to do what I might just do?
or what descision I might just make,
The unthinkable route I might just take

would he, could he, will I, could I
which route could I even contemplate
it's so ****ed up I started to shake
this situation, this condition, with just us three
captor, captive, and the selfish me
is this the bull**** they call fate?

the blade was heavy in my fist, clenched
bare white knuckles, shaking and tensed
my boots heavy on the ground
the rain still pit-patters all around

I try ignore the plea in his eyes and I throw my hand to the skies
I brought it down, fast and slow, my hand empty with no blade to show
did I truly let go?
I don't truly know if I ever made a descision
but into the darkness the blade it flies
my choice or not, there was no incision

"do you want to die, was that your choice?"
"or will your last words be another filthy lie?"
I try to reply but I have no voice
but if I could, would I even deny that that was my choice
I choke, my sprirt broke, I drop to my knees
can I still beg for my life please?

a shot rings out and into my ears
am I dead yet? Am I still here?
I open my eyes, no bullet was fired
only a bolt, a flash, skyward
suddenly there's nothing left to fear

I'm crouched on the ground
I'm trying to comprehend
what inside me I've found
and what still surrounds me
the rain, the rain
pit-patter all around