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Onto the next one, left in desertion
Every version of me leads to the same thing

Viciously sentencing
Tell me what's happening
Lost in a fever dream

Bury the pain and project it both ways
Outside and in
One sided commitment
Is eating at me
Flourishing, drawn, longing for reasoning
Lost in a fever dream
Neurotic sentiments
Become reality

Fleeting reactions
Are always intact
They come in naturally

Eyes in the back
And eyes in the front
Nowhere to run
I am the Shepard
Nowhere to run
I am the Shepard
Straying you from the sun

I'm always following
Always following

Following
Immortalize
To claim all life
To recognize
And redefine
Made up my mind
Keep looking til
I've come to find
Another night
Another hunt
Eyes in the back
Eyes in the front
They all fall down
Gone one by one

Gone one by one
Gone one by one