Excuses

Always excuses Always quite lucid Lucid excuses Quite full of stupid Always recluses Always translucent Always reuses You are polluted Leaving me wounded And quite diluted Always excuses Of which I am lucid Always so angry That's what you make me Always a banshee Staring quite blandly When you are crafty a banshee quite brambly Always so angry that's what you make me I hid in Shangri To keep out the angry You are a liar here to set fires You are and abler Here to set anger Always a liar Atop your spire Here you perspire Selling your fires I am the choir you are a squire A puppet on wires Always for hire So I have spewed it May even lose it Now that I queued it How will I use it With every sweet fit And every nit pick I really don't want it All of your dark tricks Really just keep it Really you seep it Stop your excuses Take your recluses Stupid delusions That are polluted You are translucent Leave people wounded Stupid excuses We are all lucid Not quite diluted Always abuses You shatter the muses Cover the bruises And keep your excuses.