To The Eye That Leads You

To exist is to fear
Fear the I; fear the you
Nothing is ever true
To the eye that leads you
Consequence
There is a consequence

What if all you need here turns and walks away from you?
What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?
Nothing is ever true
To the eye that leads you

This is your illness
This is your brain
Condense, compress all that you will never understand
Repress distress, and take comfort in this malady

Consequence
There is a consequence
What if all you need here turns and walks away from you?
What if all you love here never thinks a thing of you?