Stress - Wicca Phase Springs Eternal, Georgia Maq, Fish Narc

No longer a man, I am the artist now

Visibly engaging, visibly stressed out

I can’t understand what I’m upset about

My world has a dome and you’re atop it now

My baby has serpent eyes and I can feel them from behind

And I wish I had thought different but it’s not my sign

Restless yet again, nothing’s ever right

I feel guilty every time that I’m not home at night

But the arts we practice here are of a different kind

See, it really takes a lot for me to take what’s mine

Heart is in the way, beating through my spine

But I don’t think that I’m ever gonna cross that line

You treated me like you don’t care

And something upsets me about it

It was the kindness that corroded me

And I only ever see you now

In the visions in my bad dreams

In the darkness that’s inside me

I thought I’d be big enough by now

To keep your body down on solid ground

I will track you down, boy

I’ll run you out of this town, boy

I’m gonna stand my ground, boy

Can’t keep my heart spread out

Are we close enough?

Have we gone too far?

Now that I can’t separate the man from the art

You asked me if I came, I don’t know if I lied

But I don’t think that I’m ever gonna cross that line

You treated me like you don’t care

And something upsets me about it

'Cause you need me and I’ll be there

Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there

You treated me like you don’t care

And something upsets me about it

'Cause you need me and I’ll be there

Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there

You treated me like you don’t care

And something upsets me about it

'Cause you need me and I’ll be there

Until I’m too weak, I’ll be there