To exist is to fear
Fear the I; fear the you
Nothing is ever true
To the eye that leads you
Consequence;
There is a consequence
What if all you need here turns and walks away from you?
What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?
Nothing is ever true
To the eye that leads you
This is your illness
This is your brain
Condense; compress all that you will never understand
Repress distress, and take comfort in this malady
Consequence;
There is a consequence
What if all you need here turns and walks away from you?
What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?