Lyrics:
The heavy weight of the decision
Bears down upon these tiny shoulders
The two sides of my Inquisition
Tear at my soul like frightened soldiers
Fear of what the future's holding,
Fear that I might be mistaken
So confused; the thunder's rolling
Across this plain o'ercast with hatred
Soon the day will come, and I will be the one,
There is no other
When I must decide, I must reject this pride
That holds me under
Copyright © 1994 Brian West
