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