Lyrics

The feeling of pride
Pretend it quells
Masking painful thoughts
Practice hides the smell

When the thoughts come creeping in
Discipline abides
Forget what has passed
Ego now presides

In failure to hold
Obduracy trend
The legs will give way
Time to end

Sprawling tasteless
Pleasant distress
Thoughts that question
Won’t now impress

Forgetting the duty held
Is the lost regret
For when apples rot
Gone then is the threat

It’s the safety sought
Blinding darkness felt
Deliver the news
Stock the shelf

Sprawling tasteless
Pleasant distress
Thoughts that question
Won’t now impress