Choke Points: The Lyrics...

Stuck between choke points and a slippery slope, dude floated to the archery range and got poked. The attempt to avoid the same path and clear coast, would've made it if it wasn't for the meddling ghosts of his past life. Last time he said he wouldn't do it, but the shooter heard it before and said he'd have to prove it. Lose it or move it, excuses are useless. Who is in charge here and what made you do this? Called him wrong, barely knew his name. Very old song, new player, same game. Kept score by the pay and they don't give change, by the way rep yourself. What they give you is strange. Back to the scene of the sentencing, forced to settle for the deal with no real in-between. It seems everybody wants you in the system as long as your pockets got anything but lint in them.

Throw some ones at it, throw some ones at it. Throw some ones at it, throw some ones at it.

The date came. Explain how you got this way. Years in service and an overall disdain. Well the proof is in the bottle, let loose with every little swallow until the denizens model themselves after fiends they follow. Citizens of the real world seem so hollow. Plus the tolerance is off of the charts since the bottom dropped out and these escapades started. Pardon the diagnosis, I suppose it's something of a shock to your frail psychosis. That was it, one year of hypnosis. Decreed that it was needed any pleas would be hopeless. Now he goes to meetings with the purpose of beating back his demons with a pistol if they surface up. Overkill? Please, he deserves what he was dealt. Can't believe he had the nerve to try and curb it himself.

Let's not mention that special multiple offender who eventually will murder someone near to them. Have one in memory, dependent on chemically induced type of sympathies to prove the humanity within. They win. Spend dad's money again, so they can drive that hummy through the cemetery fence. Somehow it's adorable junior only gets a red wrist whenever he does something horrible. It's just the way of the world they created where judgement and justice are commodities traded on open markets, not even black ones We didn't start it but we sure let it happen. So now we're left to suffer their commandments, we simply can't afford the going rate for fair chances. Anytime that your ass catches static, throw some ones at it. Just throw some ones at it.