It's a riddle you're trying to hide,
A name that holds back,
All the secrets that foretell,
My everlasting paranoia.

You sold all your clothes,
Just to get some old beggars dime,
Could you just wait back,
Where I told you not to cry.

It's like you are trying to hide,
Something bigger inside,
The universes wretched binds,
Your pouring burns my sickened neck.

You sold all your clothes,
Just to get some beggars dime,
Could you just wait back,
Where I told you not to cry.