LOOKING TIMES from CREEP-HOP by HALLUCIN8ER

MY HANDS ARE NOT BLOODY , THE SCRATCHES AREN'T MINE
THE NEXT BUS YOU CHASE , WILL BE FROZEN IN TIME

I SEE CAMERAS EVERYWHERE
FIGHTING TO CAPTURE ONE OF MY STARES
WHEN I STRAIGHTEN UP AND CAST A NEW LOOK
THE PICTURES FILL UP A DISEASED NEW BOOK

THE BONES YOU ARE CRUSHING DON'T SEEK TO COUNT NINE
YOUR LABELS A RE BOTTLES OF FRAGMENTED WINE

I SEE CAMERAS EVERYWHERE
FIGHTING TO CAPTURE ONE OF MY STARES
WHEN I STRAIGHTEN UP AND CAST A NEW LOOK
THE PICTURES FILL UP A DISEASED NEW BOOK

LISTEN AND FUNCTION AS THE LENSES ALL CRACK
THE NORMAL REACTION JUST LIE ON YOUR BACK

I SEE CAMERAS EVERYWHERE
FIGHTING TO CAPTURE ONE OF MY STARES
WHEN I STRAIGHTEN UP AND CAST A NEW LOOK
THE PICTURES FILL UP A DISEASED NEW BOOK

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