I am the shadow of my shadow,
the hunter of the huntee,
this gross simplification of human nature is...
laughable, pitiful very much dispicable,
yet we laugh heart-ily
I drift and follow, searching,
I carry swiftly on, lurching,
forward is my direction,
my eyes searing whats in front,
I thought it was love but its not,
turns out that was just a front.
I am the shadow of my shadow,
the hunter of the huntee,
this gross simplification of human nature is...
laughable, pitiful very much dispicable,
yet we laugh heart-ily
I drift and follow, searching,
I carry swiftly on, lurching,
forward is my direction,
my eyes searing whats in front,
I thought it was love but its not,
turns out that was just a front.