The Hunter
The way you hunt the man with the guns
You don’t think
Think about the consequences
The consequences that your actions
Your forthright passions
These passions that are keeping you on the move
In the here and now
And what keeps you hunting
When the things you hunt cause your crashing down
Down into a world so far deep in self regret and moral reject
That you keep running deeper to keep away from what you’ve already caused
And no I don’t really know
Are you ever going to stop?
Stop and think to make a plan of how to get out
Out of the gutter on that street that nobody ever thinks to enter
Because this trail that you’re leading yourself down
Is filled with self shame and longing
Longing for what you lost in trying to get away from yourself
But now I see
See that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop and think
Because you were scared
Scared in a world that abused your love
And slipped newspapers under your doorstep of fearfulness and defeat
But that won’t happen if you let me help you
Help you in your troubles unworthy to be concrete
And I will shield you from the darkness that if you stop
I can help you defeat
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