“Fear of vikings builds castles.” - Charles Manson
Sitting at the window, you wait for the sound of me
Knowing your betrayal, you nervously wait to see.
Looking in my eyes, you seek for little signs
the knowledge of forbidden times.
Searching through my things for false pretense
believing I am like you, your incensed.
Take your paranoia now, your imposed hell
Leave me alone, your not well.
How is it that, you can steal away
Holding my patient love at bay?
In the end you will regret to see