Upholding

[Verse 1]
Upholding few so highly I hold
My sights I'll lose, oose
Upon shy lucid stare
So crudely I wear the lose, oose, scent of amorous care

[Verse 2]
And soak this soap where my hands will not roam
To a seedy little tomb I long to go
Fateful merit black and glorious
A seedy little tomb I long to go
Still I feel hope to dream of beauty I long to know

[Verse 3]
No more smoke I breathe
No future I see, no mood
And as the altruist sighs, do I mold with time?
Do I fuel a fire, or do I rest alone and long admire?