You’ve been narrowing and narrowing down
But you’re searching the wrong coven
What about the dark ones that walk the alleyways.
What about the silent cries that echo elsewhere at night.
There’s only one exclusion for your prying eyes
And that’s where the seaming eyes need to be
But you’re looking at the wrong one, because you’re looking at Me
I’m not the one that needs assistance with breathing through the day
The sirens are painted on the wall, and it’s caving in.
But you will never hear the screams of others in the night
those in real aid- you’re consistent on battling the wrong fight
And yet there’s ignorance behind the scheming lies
but you will never hear the oath of a thousand forefathers
So chain me down to the turmoil you’re escalading with assisting the hypochondriac!
Chain me down, whilst you ignore the shadows building up in the skies
What about the darkness that unfolds in the bright light
The deceiving torture that elopes in broad daylight
But there’s blinking within your prying eyes.
You seek but refuse to see what’s so obviously blatant.
Where’s the justice, where’s the order of doing that?
Tick, tock, tick, tock. I want my fairytale back.
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