Don't worry, am talking to the door...
Half blind you imagine all you see
Evil clouding days leading to a binding freedom ...and tedium
Covered ears, inspiration from the source
Damaged love, nothing straying from the course ...of course

If ignorance is bliss
Wanton lives are imminent
Suffer in suspense
Ever reaping hope unto the stars

As your excuses fall across the line
A light tumbles end over end
All your pretty maids lined up for sacrifice
Crumble to the dust of which they tend

Inevitably circumventing questions
Failure to face squarely problems
Trust in strangers most important queries
Ashes floating never seen