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Let me watch you the way I want

Let me trace the root of my sickness

I might find a hatch door to hate you

Let me hear you whisper a cool breeze

Numbing my consciousness to sleep

You just love the darkness taking over me

So I yield to your phantoms for a night truce

Resting these weary inflaming bones

My imagination accepts instances as they come

I saw a surviving homeless metaphor

On the sidewalk from the other side

It recalled its survival & stories of faraway females

Reflecting on times, carving words carefully

Disappearing into the night

As city spies, as third guests

Walking karmas, blank tales of nobody yet

The blessed boys, the wicked girls

Hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden

Waiting to be fed

In a lawless god's land, nothing's changed

You just possessed both sides

Tipping one over the other

I'm still searching the damp morning hours

For a hatch door to disappear

So there'll be nothing left of me

I want to be a metaphor of what happens

When anyone believes you

And you? I don't know

I watch you as a walking karma

With the night owls and nocturnal bodies

With blank tales of nobody yet

Mingling with the blessed boys

Dancing with the wicked girls

Hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden waiting to be fed

You're waiting to be fed

Feed on that what keeps you wicked