Lyrics:

The myriad choices of his fate**lf**Set themselves out upon a plate**lf**For him to choose**lf**What had he to lose**lf****lf**Not a ghost bloodied country**lf**All covered with sleep**lf**Where the black angel did weep**lf**Not an old city street in the east**lf****lf**Gone to choose**lf****lf**And wandering''s brother**lf**Walked on through the night**lf**With his hair in his face**lf**On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.**lf****lf**The rally man''s patter ran on through the dawn **lf**Until we said so long**lf**To his skull-shrill yell**lf****lf**Shining brightly red-rimmed and**lf**Red-lined with the time**lf**Infused with the choice of the mind**lf**On ice skates scraping chunks**lf**From the bells**lf****lf**Cut mouth bleeding razor''s**lf**Forgetting the pain**lf**Antiseptic remains cool goodbye**lf**So you fly**lf**To the cozy brown snow of the east**lf****lf**Gone to choose, choose again**lf****lf**Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget **lf**Where you come from**lf**The stools of your eyes**lf**Serve to realize fame, choose again**lf****lf**And roverman''s refrain of the sacrilege recluse **lf**For the loss of a horse**lf**Went the bowels and a tail of a rat**lf**Come again, choose to go**lf****lf**And if Epiphany''s terror reduced you to shame **lf**Have your head bobbed and weaved**lf**Choose a side to be on**lf****lf**If the stone glances off**lf**Split didactics in two**lf**Leave the colors of the mouse trails **lf**Don''t scream, try between**lf****lf**If you choose, if you choose, try to lose **lf**For the loss of remain come and start**lf**Start the game I che che che che I**lf**Che che ka tak koh**lf**Choose to choose**lf**Choose to choose, choose to go