a colorful day
breaks through the haze
of what has become
an explosion undone
by the power of one
the light had begun
silver orange like the sun
burning a trail
a ship with no sail
by the power of one
asleep at the wheel
with nothing to feel
but still looking with one eye
and never let go
but went on with the show
it should be enough just to survive
but now that pack of lies
set off by the fuse
of always trying to lose
hope is just like suicide
given plenty of rope
consumed by the smoke
woke up today and knew i died
well at least i tried
but the coin that was tossed
is worth more than it cost
a decision to make
three lives burn at the stake
and one of us will be set free
and all i know is it won't be me
it won't be me
