Right
Wrong
This
That
It’s a Child’s game
Tid for tat

So now that we’re both playing
Under a sky forever a bloody black
I’ll dare you
So you can’t take it back

Come-on now,
Make your judgment
While it’s still time for judgment to pass

A Lowly man
Not yet seventeen
Stands and waits
While you
Deliberate

The pitiful consequence
Of irreconcilable actions
Brings tears to the eyes of the girl of silver

And although the Hands of the clock
Have long since gone past their mark
I’ll ask you one question
Nothing more
Nothing less

Who reigns in this world of false promises and hopeless dreams?
Not I
I, at least, know that much
But,
Do you?