Torn

Torn

I guess you could say that I'm torn...
Torn between seeing another morning or having my last night...
Torn between being a soldier or letting morons fight the fight...
Torn between a family portrait and the reality of it's fracture...
Torn between whether or not God would take me on the day of rapture...
Torn between if I'm fighting to live or just living to high...
Torn between ideas that terrorists might blow this plane out of the sky.
Torn between doggystyle or on the corner of my bed...
Torn between actuality in the number of guys she said...
Torn between pursuing a future or burying myself...
Torn between material culture or enhancing my heavenly wealth...
Torn between a Psychologist and a paranoid schizophraniac.
Torn between swerving in front of this oncoming cadillac.
Torn between if I'll ascend to heaven or suffer in fiery hell...
Torn between my hangover and the ringing of the church bell...
Torn between living the day fully from the moment I awake...
Torn between blackness or staying alive for others sake.
Torn between a family, religions, race, and type of chew...
Torn between being a nigger, a cracker, an indian, or you
Torn between being a thorn in God's side or a nail on the cross...
Torn between whether or not to goto Iraq and just increase the loss...
Torn between if I'm a blessed or just haunted by a curse...
Torn between keeping my angst inside or spewing it to disperse...
Torn between playing life again or just putting it on the shelf...
Torn between is this shit real cause i smoked with the keebler elf...
Torn between walking the right path or just being lost in a lie...
Torn between angels, demons, and the places up in the sky...
Torn between my self and the persona my face displays...
Torn between is this just the begining or are we in the last days...
Torn between possibly failing or succeeding for once in my life...
Torn between is she this perfect or am I just confused with my wife...
Torn between giving in to this burden or perservering on...
Torn between the consciousness I've encountered and what lies beyond...
Torn between why Freud would analyze his own mind...
Torn between delusion, mutually exclusive everyones blind...
Torn between if others are shallow or just in the hole too deep...
Torn between when i pray to the Lord will my soul he keep...
Torn between the validity of me being covered by the lamb...
Torn between the blood puddles on the floor or the miracle of a jam...
Torn between keeping my childlike faith or letting it wither goodbye...
Torn between who will really miss me on the day that I die...
So I guess you could say that I'm torn...
Wishing I had God's book of life so I could tear the day I was born...