My Choice / The Evil That Men Do

Is it not the choosing that makes the life we live so intricate? Are the opetions we have too endless to control? Can we oversee the offers and their demands and their goals? Can we oversee our own needs if we don’t know What it is we really want? Our minds, instead of our hearts What we feel confuses our thoughts Security, an ancient quest Standing alone, the ultimate test Still we search for warmth in the materialized luxuries in life The times have changed but we are still the same Another choice ‘cause we still don’t know Chorus: Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel, could I know my choice? A choice without the illusion that luck is for sale ‘cause I have all that money can buy! Choir: A choice means freedom And endless options Can we survey that? Can freedom be controlled? The options’s bitter It leaves a part of you behind the borders of your choice Chorus: Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel, could I know my choice? Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel, could I know my choice?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 22, 2025

Love is a razor, and I walked the line on that silver blade. Slept in the dust with his daugter, her eyes red with slaughter of innocence. But will pray for her. I will call her name out loud. I would bleed for her. If I could only see her now. Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge, yeah. Balancing on a ledge, yeah. Balancing on a ledge, yeah. Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge, you know. you know. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. Circle of fire, my baptism of joy, at an end it seems. The seventh lamb slain, as the book of life opens before me. But I will pray for you. And some day I may return. Don't you cry for me Beyond is where I learn. Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge, you know. You know. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge, you know. You know. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil that men do lives on and on. The evil... The evil... The evil... The evil that men do! The evil... The evil... The evil... The evil that men do!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 07, 2025

My Choice Is it not the choosing that makes the life we live so intricate? Are the options we have too endless to control? Can we oversee the offers and their demands and their goals? Can we oversee our own needs if we do not know What it is we really want? Our minds, instead of our hearts What we feel confuses our thoughts Security, an ancient quest Standing alone, the ultimate test Still we search for warmth in the materialized luxuries in life The times have changed but we are still the same Another choice ‘cause we still don't know Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel? Could I know my choice? A choice without the illusion that luck is for sale 'cause I have all that money can buy A choice means freedom And endless options Can we survey that? Can freedom be controlled? The option's bitter It leaves a part of you behind the borders of your choice Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel? Could I know my choice? Let me see where I belong Let me be a little part of it Can I choose my way in life? Can I dream, can I feel? Could I know my choice?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 07, 2025

She kept her beauty concealed behind a curtain of suspense And endures her fate, molded by an ancient culture The honour wasn't allowed to be injured She is going to live as her community expects her to I find myself confined between furtive desires and feelings of guilt The letter : These are my last words, I'm gonna leave you I can't stand your narrow mindedness any longer Forgive me...

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