Crossroads - Eat

Crossroads, a place where rogues abide

waiting for the pain of strangers

and present them to their fates

each fighter bends

they fall again in the dark from the ghost of their blood

how do you call us? another price to pay.

Too many changes, that’s rough

some give you life and free

and free you from the wild way that is living hate

Crossroads, a place where time’s divine

gambling is the way of loners

where we leave them to be (fake?)

infected minds emerge on the edge of the death of their songs

how do you hurt them? you know the lies, you said.

And things never change that thought

we’ll give you life and free

and free you from the slumber but it’s getting late.