Pick A Side

I gotta message pay attention ladies and gents

You can't pick both sides of the fence

Time running out and we almost at the end

Later on don't give excuses this warning wasn't sent

Eyes don't have to be wide to know we're in perilous times

Either you in the know or you're ignorantly blind

May the Most High open the pupils of mankind

So the truth could pierce through every wicked device

Put there by the father of lies he don't even hide

His horns worn by many you idolize

Plenty signed their soul with blood on the dotted line