A fickle world under watchful eyes
Ignorant of anything sincere...

I thought it would be something I would grow out...
The slouching and slow decay...

There was a whisper when I went to sleep,
In the corners of my mind...

I've been rummaging around in these days of late,
To find an emotion that's up to date...

A drop of holy water
A touch of spice...

I would love to take those words away,
And bury them in the dirt...