RRP

So.
What's now? No more room for second chances,
No more space for re-starting, re-styilin', re-member, re-spacing, re-writing, re-discovery, re-try, re-kindling, re-sizing
Never mind.

The ghost's are coming to haunt your fragile little soul and heart
Until only a black spot is left, but hey!
Over your shoulder, what's that?
A little shadow lurking over, monitoring your entire steps

THE SHADOW LURKS AND THE SHADOW FUCKS

But you don't see it yet.
You just nodd and carry on, little pig just eats and shits.

On the corner of your eye He lurks.
He waits for you to lower your guard to force you to
The little shop on the corner of the street,
And on, and on, and on, and on we march.

Relentlessly.
Restlessly.
Patiently.

We march from the shadow to Him