Dark Logic

Alone I sit, cold and dark
Reflections of the past strain my sight
So many wrong moves, so many right
Distorted metallica and a switch blade knife

Same place I was before
Millions miles from my home
My head takes me back
And I’m at war again

They called me freak then, and freak now
All my years prepared for battle
And now I’m fighting daily
Not my fight, but I, adept

My next strike may be any kind
My weapons, a glock and a pen
I don’t hesitate, I’ll end what comes my way
Cut, buy and sell it

Alone I sit, in the dark
Mind burning with how to
No end in sight
Michael Salvatori and a switch blade knife