(Reed, Cale) 

The myriad choices 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 choose 

And wandering's brother 
Walked on through the night 
With his hair in his face 
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T. 

The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn 
Until we said so long 
To his skull-shrill yell 

Shining brightly red-rimmed and 
Red-lined with the time 
Infused with the choice of the mind 
On ice skates scraping chunks 
From the bells 

Cut mouth bleeding razor's 
Forgetting the pain 
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye 
So you fly 
To the cozy brown snow of the east 
Gone to choose, choose again 

Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget 
Where [bad word] from 
The stools of your eyes 
Serve to realize fame, choose again 

And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse 
For the loss of a horse 
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat [bad word] again, choose to go 

And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame 
Have your head bobbed and weaved 
Choose a side to be on 

If the stone glances off 
Split didactics in two 
Leave the colors of the mouse t 
Don't scream, try between 
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose 
For the loss of [bad word] and start 

Start the game I che che che che I 
Che che ka tak koh 
Choose to choose 
Choose to choose, choose to go