Victim Or The Crime
Patience runs out on the junkie,
The dark side hires another soul.
Did he steal his fate or earn it?
Was he force-fed, did he learn it?
What ever happened to his precious self-control?
Like him I'm tired of trying to heal
This tomcat-heart with which I'm blessed.
Is destruction loving's twin?
Must I choose to lose or win?
Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed.
These are the horns of the dilemma:
What truth is proof against all lies?
What sacred fails before profane?
The wisest man is deemed insane,
Even the purest of romantics compromise.
What fixation feeds this fever
as the full moon pales and climbs.
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?
And so I wrestled with the angel
to see who'd reap the seeds I'd sown.
Am I the driver or the driven?
Will I be damned to be forgiven?
Is there anybody here but me that needs to know?
What it is that feeds this fever
as the full moon pales and climbs.
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?