Deafen the path with birds of song;
Confuse them of the road they'd ought to take;
White noise fills the barren room;
Pirouette in the dark halls;
Make the world yours in an instant;
Walk upon the forsaken way;
Trample your psyche with all odds;
Empty the casket with song;
Recite your mantras,
Drink your fill,
Fog thine images with deceit;

Hide the sadness with forced laughter.

Fog thine eyes with tears;
Drink your dose of aspirin,
Recite your curses;
Empty the casket with pleasantries;
Waltz upon the forsaken way;
Make the fault yours in an instant;
Pirouette into the blissful morgue;
White noise deafens the bustling child;
Confuse them of the songs they'd ought to sing;
*Deafen the truth with howls of jealousy.