You lay lines in the path of the intruders
pricked ears saviour every sour drop
you hold your head high and brush me off smoother
than my touch that's lingered enough to rot
You've a legion of listeners swimming in the pond in your palm
they'll hunt for scraps to store away
hoard the power to get one over
for when jibes that ache the soul run dry
How do you save un-saveable face?
when the seams had burst prior to the farce
repercussions sting like mace
so embrace the curse on the spell that you cast
Now, have me break down your barriers
the ones you least want me to break
let me find the truth in you and fumigate the fake
you must scan the very depths of you
find assurance and refrain
from ridding me of acknowledgement
muttering my name in vain.