Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill

I sat, Cahoots Coffee Shop, quarter past seven

Relaxed, he walked up, he said he ran out of gas

I said "What? Said you're stuck? Well let me help, I'd love to help"

He looked me dead into my eyes, and said that he'd do it himself

Okay, but if I may just take a peek into your car

I'd like to reassure myself that I can truly play a part

It was as close to empty as I was to giving in

I grabbed my wallet with my left, and with my right, I reached for his

Wasn't sure how to feel or exactly what to think

All I could do was take it in and hope and pray he wouldn't take advantage of my weakness, call it that, there is no shame

I feel not bad for being kind, it's in my nature to regain

That faith I had in human beings

right before he beat me up

Drank up all my coffee, grabbed my cash, and stole my car

Now, who's to blame for the war?

Was the price paid in full?

Or, did the decisions I make do nothing but support the kill?

Everyone I know is oppressed

Everyone I know causes pain

Everyone I know is depressed

Everyone I know is afraid to stand naked

Everyone I know, I invent

Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill, hold still

Till the cold chill owns you, no will

Go build, destroy what you won't build

No guilt, the choice is the whole feel

Cherokee Park

meditating, kicked in the face, I awoke

I was shook, I could finally taste pain

Met the Devil's daughter, she was lost

Claimed she never met her father and resented her mom, codename: God

"Look at me", I said. She shut her eyes, and said "Okay"

I opened mine back up, and somehow she had went away

I considered accepting the chance that it was meant to be

I was alone the whole time, because she let me be

Too deep to think it's empty, she actually meant well

Even though her effort led to Heaven, her head still reflected Hell

Any stranger from a block away could see her motives were in runes

But either way, a cry for wolf is still a cry

I try to use the best of both worlds presented

But I typically go overboard, abusing all perspective, a fool

I was a slave to my habits that indeed create the waves, so you can try to save the planet, but...

Everyone I know is oppressed

Everyone I know causes pain

Everyone I know is depressed

Everyone I know is afraid to stand naked

Everyone I know, I invent

Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill, hold still

Till the cold chill owns you, no will

Go build, destroy what you won't build

No guilt, the choice is the whole feel