SOIR

Looks are deceiving

Appearance tends to hide the darkest demons

Exterior delusions have got the universe fiending

4 am, puking out the window of a public bus, leaning

Full of low self-esteem, I know you are teaming

Inside the illusion of your ego, you are dreaming

Taking everything to fill the void inside

Yet the abysmal hole continues to grow with your fear and pride

Placing friction onto your soulful stride

Do yourself a favor and let go of it all

Just ride !