Looking After - Trick shots

Slow risin' by the ledge and quick fall on the ground

Move faster than your eyes so you’ll never catch me up Keep lookin' back the shudder won’t weak the fearsome grasp

The sound that you won’t hear will bite you painful like a wasp

Lost in peace of thoughts the brain swelled

Know anythin' but you can’t describe yourself

Quick passin' the side-street movin' quiet and carefully

Invisible for all but no hidin' from me Enslaved by five senses grown up mathematic machine

The touch that you won’t feel would tore your thick skin

The smell that you won’t smell, existence you spendin' in vain

Of million tastes choose comfortable one

Fertilisin' own piece of mid, but I’m just right near you

Just lookin' after and nothin' I can do Until a grey hair spinin' around would be captured by inflammated eyes

Until desease through bended neck infect your soul and same with heart

Until the old age separate me from your shadow, no regrets

Unseal your soul, conclusions will emerge