To exist is to fearFear the I; fear the youNothing is ever trueTo the eye that leads youConsequence;There is a consequenceWhat if all you need here turns and walks away from you?What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?Nothing is ever trueTo the eye that leads youThis is your illnessThis is your brainCondense; compress all that you will never understandRepress distress, and take comfort in this maladyConsequence;There is a consequenceWhat if all you need here turns and walks away from you?What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?
