Stalking
T-t-talking
About the endpoint, the final wall
The dropping anchor, the curtain call
The aimless aiming, the sweet escape
The gradual blackout assuming shape
Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars
Stalking
T-t-talking
About positions
You must defend
Though you can't move and
You barely stand
The luck you've borrowed
Without concern
Taken for granted
Due for return
Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars
Bathe in the light of freedom fakers
Bathe in the light of perished stars
The light of brilliant manipulators
In the end a dying breed of avatars
Stalking
T-t-talking
Stalking
S-s-stalking