as white as ice
and not so nice
filled with dread
moments from dead
a shot in the arm
there's no charm
in the crowded street
there's strangers to meet
decisions to make
is it real or fake
but it's my life
on the edge of a knife
watching the news
trying to choose
which way will it go
but i don't know
wishing upon a star
there's agents in an armored car
and a dark truck
people without luck
holding a big gun
spoiling our fun
running their own show
unable to know
how to stop fights
how to uphold rights
as white as ice
and not as nice
filled with dread
moments from dead
a shot in the arm
there's no charm
but it's my life
on the edge of a knife.
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