Apathy grooms what little faith I drew
Awakening firm, the fitted ground where my love should have known
Meek shame beams throughout my fears
Home is where I ought to be.

Dwelling within a house of gold, and yet I feel no core
Why so low on happiness
Why so masked by forgiveness
Why so ?

Born into moralities of false hope
It's treachery to be your own
And yet god has not pitied my soul.