the weeping and the laughter

not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know
the meaning of each many-sided flake
not one swift second can the engine take

each act is chosen for tradition's sake
a moment and we know we have to go
not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know

choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure
the matter changes with each ebb and flow
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow

above us in the sky the carrion crow
waits for a moment and a silence sure
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure

this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us us the sober and the rake
the arrogant and the merely demure
this malady has certainly no cure

the method we arrive at's never pure
each choice becomes the final one to make
this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us the sober and the rake