From a wicked cross tonight, dreams have been left by the shallows, far beyond the channel, out of reach in the shadows. So far imagination is stuck in legislation, if I’m not mistaken I see it’s been taken. Daydreaming led me to believe, these things I’m seeing are more than just provoking feelings. Until the end we will speak again, in between I’ll hold a place in the queue.
Felt it standing behind me, curiously watching me from 1993, what has been the fascination with me, is there something I don’t see or is it evil that you have in store for me? I fear not what I haven’t forgotten, the shadow gives me the creeps, I wish not to wither homeless on the streets. Dual decisions for which direction I choose leaves me feeling slighted, a battle in which I can’t fight it.
Get your creep on, because you’re creeping on me day by day. Out of nowhere, you came with a message to say, only with no sound or desire to see you by my bed at night, unless you come to talk in the light, I won’t receive your message right. It may be time for you to leave because you’ve been with me daily since 1993.
Never see you walking free, float along attached to me. If I’m not mistaken you don’t have duties for me, I need to let you know that I hereby let you go. Over and over I think I’m free, but it’s these weights shackle me, under and over it’s all covered in clover. Playback is what I get, the zoom curse echoing my worst, shadowing what I rehearsed.
Hell yes, I think I want the best. Under duress I no longer feel the stress. I confess there is an answer that fits best, it’s just not at my behest to share with the rest. Dreaming has me conceding logical believing, your blackout stout presence shadows within my own. Few people have seen a shadow man like I have seen, he has been lurking behind me every day since 1993.
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