You know I’m around but you never see me…. You don’t want to see me.
You hide in the GULLIES and the BUSHES (iykyk), but your third eye can’t be shut.
Those who hide with you assure you that I’m just an old fable, that my wrath is nothing but scourge of the ancient days.
But I stand behind a King now, a King with a voice that rings through those very GULLIES and BUSHES (iykyk).
Through this King I pain and torment you, reaffirming to you that none who were mine may escape the shadow of my infamy.
Who am I?
No…
Who are you?
You hide in the GULLIES and the BUSHES (iykyk), but your third eye can’t be shut.
Those who hide with you assure you that I’m just an old fable, that my wrath is nothing but scourge of the ancient days.
But I stand behind a King now, a King with a voice that rings through those very GULLIES and BUSHES (iykyk).
Through this King I pain and torment you, reaffirming to you that none who were mine may escape the shadow of my infamy.
Who am I?
No…
Who are you?