For us to walk or to take

To love or to hate
Should he stay or should he go?
Perfect taste, choice and meaning
A rage that knows no right or wrong
A look into your eyes
And like the doors
Or place for the rage
Swims through your eyes
Let him shout a rage so strong
They open to your prize

There is no middle ground
A smile from a frown circles round
No broken hearts, white wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Either side left or right
And take a little piece of you
Instead we tumble down
Blind to the gemstone alone

Or that's how it seems
To a wide vast dominion
This is no terror ground