Libra

Glue, glue, glue. 
Stick, stick, stick. 
This world is quickly going to shit. 

Stick, stick, stick. 
Glue, glue, glue. 
I've chosen a side and so must you. 

I've kept us together the best that I could
But this fire is eating all of the wood. 

My hands are reaching to catch the fall
But this fire is going to consume us all. 

(C)

~E