skewed reality
Wiccan wannabe
hollow in your heart
trying to play a part
soft apologies
going out to please
stumble from the light

scared to face the night
spread for all to see
lack of secrecy
going for the name
thinking it's a game
the word of Wyce
hidden under lies
got to live the five
make it your own life

putting it on the line
devotion of my time
you're still at the start
it ain't in your heart
got no discipline
no clue to begin
think it's in the light
standing on the right