out of the random and into the black
day by day we take a vote
deciding which one will stand alone
decrees written out and eyes run cold
tears freeze before chin reach
distance is the title of pages to come
in farther the book, the more you run
killing time being the righteous one
growing old as i seek the breach
what's your level of cool?
i cant seem to hold it down these days
ill never save the world to make you happy
extravagence is not in the deck of cards
so were out of the random and into the black
where the monkey is witheld from clawing my back
give you a cheers and tap of the glass
to walk away and never return...

Mike McVeigh
9-10-03
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