Sharp Left Turn (The Trolley Problem)

Split second decision

in the autumn sun

A shit-stained sidewalk

With nowhere to run

The implications are sinking in

Deliberation is sickening

If this is true, indeed how many has to die?

I guarantee we'll climb the razor, you and I

This sacrifice is for the cause

How many lives will cut the loss?

And how to calculate the cost?

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here

Just let go of the fear

So I close my eyes and let the wheel steer

Though I flick a switch to wipe the shit smear

It's becoming less clear

And now the regret is setting in

Consideration is unsettling

If we are left on the right side of history

I suppose we'll bite the bullet, you and me

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