Track you in this darkness. With a buzzing laser. Sparking violet grids
A frozen chamber; dozen dangers. Pompous psychic kid.
Doppler radar. tracking your Doppelgänger. it doesn't take a rocket scientist
The homing beacon, glowing in a billion golden pieces.
Seeking to implode once reaching. Fill you. With such corrosive features.
Take refuge in Agartha. Cause honestly. You'd hardly escape the wind
In your bedroom. In a mosque with Arabians. Followed. embraced by it.
The stalker. Deranged. In mask, and at nightime. Hear the sound of your name
In the farthest parts of your brain. A holler. It's rage. You can call it insane.
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