There's nothing mysterious
Behind that locked door
No building of bombs
Or selling of drugs
Devising the theory
To end all conspiracies
Come on, let's get real...

I'm lost and licking my wounds
Whistling a happy tune
To keep me from going down under
And I'm not sure if it's working
Gonna keep on trying cause
There is no escape for
These eyes are dry
And I'm deep within
The silence asking why
Morality is saying goodbye...

I've got nothing to hide
Check the files
The fireplace is wiped clean
But please cease with the rumors
For it makes you a fool
There's no arrogance, just shyness
And while I promise you that
I'm far from gregarious
I'm certainly not evil either
Perhaps...It's you...

P-Mar 17, 2009.