And now I have to move my eye to dodge people
Some say they know what you’re doing
Some go against the grain to find out what you like
And then when they strike
They say they like you
Well one again, the ofset and the shooting goes in hand
My palm’s dry
No remorse, just a just cup of lime juice
Cradled fawns and ruptured psyche
The rest is beyond reach
The spirits of the forest welcome you with fang and bleed