Never once did I let it slip to slick a skeletons back
Nor did I rave a rant beyond redemption...
And still you sigh a slowing symptom of
My crusade of cruel conviction
Cried I did, many a time
for things I couldn't have
Yet I strive, not yet deprived
from a loss of weak commitment
To speak in slippery tongues that twist
and paint a picture beyond compare
Is to split a dye a quarter till
somehow succeeding with seven
Nonsensical, trivial, and minuet things
aren't what they are at all
Look deeper and you'll find the truth
Hiding Behind The Wall
