Are you running for or fromnEnemies or subtletiesnThere's such verve such nervennSo I send them all awaynLet them wait for the sake of waitingnThey're disappearingnYou're disappointingnnDon't wait upnEmbracing alarm bellsnWill do you know goodnnNo analogy can explainnThe resentment laidnYou're just desperatenIt easily echoes herennBecause you can't put it all to restnCertain voices come to stressnYour wit won't save younYour wit will fail younnYou never will be born againnCertainly be torn againnHexed by petty ghosts of oldnnAnd the silence of the devil's choirnLeft you wholly uninspirednHexed by petty ghosts of oldnnCould the sirens be your wake-up callnFrom the sleep you think is wonderfulnHexed by petty ghosts of oldnWill you run to the darkest cornernWish everything was gone andnStay hexed by ghosts of oldn