Cut City Such Verve
Are you running for or from
Enemies or subtleties
There's such verve such nerve
So you send them all away
Let them wait for the sake of waiting
They're disappearing
You're disappointing
Don't wait up
Embracing alarm bells
Will do you know good
No analogy can explain
The resentment laid
You're just desperate
It easily echoes here
Because you can't put it all to rest
Certain voices come to stress
Your wit won't save you
Your wit will fail you
You never will be born again
Certainly be torn again
Hexed by petty ghosts of old
And the silence of the devil's choir
Left you wholly uninspired
Hexed by petty ghosts of old
Could the sirens be your wake-up call
From the sleep you think is wonderful
Hexed by petty ghosts of old
Will you run to the darkest corner
Wish everthing was gone and
Stay hexed by ghosts of old
