Two steps back and never ahead
The saboteur is breaking the bread
The final moment to decide or derail
Gets sidelined by the oncoming hail
The Rabbi
The Rebel
The Martyr
The Fake
Their leadership only points one way
Myopic site with a sense of despair
All naive topics to ensnare our glare
There is no line to cross
Just heaps of sand to swallow
The Rubicon is lost
Overcast by my own shadows
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
All my life
I have fallen under in time
The load of this lie
Is dragging me out of my mind
But swollen with pride
I beat a drum that's not mine
Until the day I die
Just a reflection of all that I've tried
A tepid rerun of a lower class show
The night stars over trampled snow
Seldom come to the kingdom in the sky
For the fox's lair is an outright lie
The meaning
The moral
The sheep
Or the snake
There's limitations from which hand you take
From there on out
It's the words that are dealt
Cycles sold from a seller of doubt
There's no line to cross
Just heaps of sand to swallow
The Rubicon is lost
Overcast by my own shadows
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
Left
Right
All my life I have fallen under in time
The load of this lie
Is dragging me out of my mind
But swollen with pride
I beat a drum that's not mine
Until the day I die
Just a reflection of all that I've tried