faced with decisions.. insides churn
i flip the coin and watch it turn
roatating slightly spinning its tale
telling a story, of how i will fail
day in day out.. i must find my escape
head to head with change, its no mistake
i choose not to gamble, i let fate by my guide
i wage war with my coins, but not pick a side
i dont choose my choices..as time flys by
i want to tear reality apart, but i just cant cry
endless hopes, lead my infinite desire
and i live standing up, but always a liar.
to die or to live, escape lifes immortal grief
i ask my coin but it does not speak
no answer for me? coins DO have two sides (?)..
but my coin has become me, and i cant decide
my coin with one side, a believer? he must
he looked straight at me and said.. "in god we trust"

prolly didnt put in enough
effor but im tired.. just read it
and find the deeper meanin in
almost every second line.

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