People start to drift away,
As they realize I'm not there...

Can it be possible, to maneuver through life?
We march around, with error forever...

As Aphorism burns, you learn to appal
You gawk with ease, at the gauche gathering...

Hurt for life
and sorry for that...

Secrete the graffiti
and scream for me...

Don't screw up,
Don't be dumb...