I see it all.
I tap in and try to peel back the layers.
Can a man be separated from his spirits?
I can hear them hiss behind your words when you speak.
I can feel your desire when I hug you.
And I know that you care,
but I don’t add up to your expectations.
The laundry list of change is oppressive to me.
But I will comply with your every command.
You are the Master of my heart now.
I can’t get past the flames of your Sun.
Those burning rays…