Is it a sacrifice of angels,
Or are we asking for a hole in the head?
A devil at my side,
Or a halo for the brain dead?
My desires are all imprisoned,
Because my duty supersedes my voice;
It is my life for yours,
And this baptism by fire is my choice.

These are my Gemini lies,
That I will live until the day I die;
This is my kaleidoscopic war,
That I will fight until I see heaven's door.

The blind led by circumstance -
A major flaw in the eagle's head;
A difference within,
And a struggle to regain control;
With it a chasm lies,
And keeps us right on the edge.

Soldiers of misfortune,
Still fighting for the cause;
Somewhere in between,
Dementia and anxious.

These are my Gemini lies,
That I will live until the day I die;
This is my kaleidoscopic war,
That I will fight until I see heaven's door.