Cross reference the cross-hairs and take your aim
The same presence as your blank stare soothes you
A tree moves at the wind’s preference, they say
A dream come true will lay the blame on me
Take care to be shrill, claim the day and run
Seize the hand of your lover, eat the pill
Find fun at your feet, stand with ease and pride
Cover your side, coincide with the plan
Become a better man and decide quick
Stick to the high ground when your legs go numb
Pick the sound of a lie to protect you
Flip out your knife and dissect what you left
Matches burn out like a life source with time
Leaving patches of remorse and fresh ash