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