are by no means bluesworthy (these words and this song)
i just don't think i've paid my dues to sing 'em sincerely
i sure as heaven-hell hope you don't consider this adult contemporary
lately i've been experiencing shockwaves of purgatory cubicle clarity
both in my psyche and my physiology
these sensory moments and burning candlewick memories

a ghost -- in these postmodern patterns and parodies
and now purity is but a rarity disintegrated on a timeline of antiquity