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 you come 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   Come 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 trails   Don't scream, try between   If you choose, if you choose, try to lose   For the loss of remain come 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