Behind Your Back

I had a goal.

Something far.

I had a dream.

Something soft.

A dream, beyond the screen.

A dream, out of reach...

Tell me the truth. Tell me how it affects you.

Reach out, pulled back.

Can we stop and just fight back?

Shatter glass, stab my back

I dont care, but its not an act.

Drop it all, it wont come back, at you.

Step step, step away, from the retake.

Step step, step away. From all the action breaks.

Run run, runaway, as soon as they point at your face.

Some may think im insane. Something the puppets mistake.

Mainpulation pulls at the strings, something i would indeed miss.

Walk away down the street. Young puppets following the lead.

Try to cut away, be drowned inside.

Fight back all the vines inside...

Swim around, dance around.

All disguised as two perpectives now.

It is all the same, or a least it is in my lain.

...

The brain is a marvous thing, its what detects the traps,

Untill its behind your back.

You may turn around, but nothing, will, ever, be, FOUND!

Walk on,

Dont look back.

Walk on,

Dont look back.

Walk on,

Dont look back.

Walk ON AND DONT LOOK BACK

OR ELSE THEY'LL- "attack"

Snap out of this trap.

Dance around the lake, after all, it was all a mistake.

swipe through Pictures imagining a retake.

All the years fade away, so trust me when i say...

It will all be a mistake~