I don’t pretend to know the ways of the world. A means to an end seems the way. Who has the most of whatever is best,
all the better. May the best man win.
An eye for an eye is a blind man’s rule. I wasn’t born to follow, I’m nobody’s fool. Any other man can
Your folly, your joy, no one can know
Lose that Cheshire grin, take it like a man.
At the moment you could say I’m, presently, optimistic. Fuck the travails that bedevil. Put simply - for now - I acquiesce.
Even now as it was then, so it will always be, the bridge has only widened lest your disguise is worthy. I
was never born to lose, I belong to no party. Suspicion clouds
WRITERS
KEITH CIANCIA, DAVID HOLMES, TANYA MELLOTTE, JADE VINCENT