Choices, they have to be made,
The game of life, it has to be played.
Stagmentation, soured water and death,
avoid all choices, and its all you have left.
Heart breaking decisions, beyond all reason,
a heart that never changes, unlike the seasons.
It soon turns to ice, learns only to hate,
until you are knocking at the devils gate.
Choices they have to be made,
the game of life, it has to be played.
So be brave, my dear, life soldier,
or else your precious soul grow colder.
Fear not the repercussions, but regret,
it will follow you, never to forget.