It follows
I am the reaction of conscious prey
Long hours subdue me with distraction
At the end of the day
I am prey
At the end of the day
Dead inside
I've stalked mine
Missing opportunities
Now a person like other people
Hunting prey elsewhere
This maelstrom, others might call it a mistake
I call it fate
Some call it energy in all the wrong places
As they fall prey
It follows
Manifestations of murderous desires
Long hours subdue me with distraction
At the end of the day all are prey
Mistakes lose their meanings
Especially the beautiful ones
Not everything needs an answer