Of Fear And Total Control

War From A Harlots Mouth

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From shelter to shelter you roam,
Wishing you could find yourself a home.
It's not this house, it's me & you.

& While you obsess over the dark,
I obsess over you.

Where ever you are trying to hide,
I am already there.

Clandestine, these eyes are eating you alive.
Every single bite leaves a mark.
These eyes, like teeth they grind.

Did you do something wrong?
There are doubts in your mind.
The truth is that in this world,
Sanity is hard to find.

I know that I am the one who's insane.
About you they say the same.