You sing, they don't listen. You act kind, they don't see. You take them in your arms, they don't feel.
You yell, they listen. You act harsh, they see. You push with force, they feel.
Evil has a presence that Good lacks. Evil has a influence that Good fears upon. Evil has a touch that Good can only understand, not replicate.
Ever had eyes so glued on to you, their staring feels more physically damaging than a punch? Well, this film keeps Gorilla glue as a pet and sunshine as their bedtable lamp for light. It controls light. It surrenders to darkness.
You walk anxiously as darkness creeps in the shadows of the corner. You ignore and continually walk straight. You realize the shadows have escaped the corner. Your imbalanced. No path seems straight anymore. Cracks in the pavement that rip open. Mud on the wall that dissolves collectively. Now you're a creep in the dark leashed by shadows in a blank, black space.
Evil in this world has access to all the fun; to all the amusement and roller coasters, continuing to take rides. What about Good? Good is just attempting to climb up, only for it to fall down face first on the pavement, spilling all its blood out and squashed like the dead pool of insects next to it.
The sun separates us, but the moon will reunite us, love.
You sing, they don't listen. You act kind, they don't see. You take them in your arms, they don't feel.
You yell, they listen. You act harsh, they see. You push with force, they feel.
Evil has a presence that Good lacks. Evil has a influence that Good fears upon. Evil has a touch that Good can only understand, not replicate.
Ever had eyes so glued on to you, their staring feels more physically damaging than a punch? Well, this film keeps Gorilla glue as a pet and sunshine as their bedtable lamp for light. It controls light. It surrenders to darkness.
You walk anxiously as darkness creeps in the shadows of the corner. You ignore and continually walk straight. You realize the shadows have escaped the corner. Your imbalanced. No path seems straight anymore. Cracks in the pavement that rip open. Mud on the wall that dissolves collectively. Now you're a creep in the dark leashed by shadows in a blank, black space.
Evil in this world has access to all the fun; to all the amusement and roller coasters, continuing to take rides. What about Good? Good is just attempting to climb up, only for it to fall down face first on the pavement, spilling all its blood out and squashed like the dead pool of insects next to it.
The sun separates us, but the moon will reunite us, love.