The Black Angels Death

D D/E E7/D D D E7/D The myriad choices of his fate, set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose D What had he to lose, Not a ghost bloodied country, all covered with sleep E7/D Where the black angel did weep, not an old city street in the east D Gone to choose, And wandering's brother walked on through the night E7/D D With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut from the knife of GT. E7/D D The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long To his skull-shrill yell N.C Shining brightly red-rimmed and Red-lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind E7/D On ice skates scraping chunks D D/E E7/D D From the bells D E7/D Cut mouth bleeding razor's Forgetting the pain Antiseptic remains cool goodbye D E7/D D D So you fly, To the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again D Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget Where you come from The stools of your eyes E7/D D Serve to realize fame, choose again, And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse E7/D For the loss of a horse, Went the bowels and a tail of a rat D D D Come again, choose to go D And if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved E7/D D Choose a side to be on, If the stone glances off Split didactics in two E7/D Leave the colors of the mouse trails Don't scream, try between If you choose D E7/D If you choose, try to lose for the loss of remain come and start, Start the game D I che che che che I Che che che ka tak koh D Choose to choose D Choose to choose, choose to go D