Sully/Rituals

You're but an exercise I'm stretching up and down You're but a poster, the one I impose on My battles, my bygones I'm sorry, I am done You're but a ritual And one I can't shake off But sooner or later anxiety fades And the ritual that used to follow Then looks pretty hollow But I won't let you sully my moon Or steal my nights away My body and soul are so tired of rituals So tired of rituals You're but an exercise I'm stretching up and down You're but a poster, the one I impose on My battles, my bygones I'm sorry, I am done I am done But I won't let you sully my moon Or still my nights away My body and soul are so tired of rituals So tired of rituals I won't let you sully my moon Or still my nights away My body and soul are so tired of rituals So tired of rituals