Black Angel's Death Song

Myriad choice of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose?Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the Black Angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to chooseAnd wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife
Of GTThe rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull
Shrill yellShining brightly red rimmed and
Red lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bellsCut mouth bleeding razors
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gonna choose, choose againSacrificials remain make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame
Choose againAnd Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
When the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to goAnd if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side
To be onAnd if the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the color of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose
If you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the gameI che che, che che I
Che che che, ka tah koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go