Unfinished Business
Walking to this room's unfinished businessWatching those with brazen eyes and covered horns.
Raising pirates living only on dry land.
Feeling nothing but extremest views
'Cause nothing else is left.
Turn the dial toward moderation
Seeking only where to find
Somewhere a balance.
Polar forces must be taken
Here's my place amongst the frozen hearted deeds of restless soldiers
Wearing uniforms, yet souls they lack a conscience.
What and where unfinished business takes it's toll.
11-14-09
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