The Hunt

So you chased me down
Till you saw me bleed
The good things I said
Were left unfound

My creative visions
Will last a lifetime
I’ve begun a map of the swamp
I’ve climbed trees in disbelief

The harder it gets
Barbed wire bible
Machine men like to think they dream
Ghost-copied souls, as required

It’s not clear they want you
But they will chase you down
Till they see you bleed
The hunt is coming through

Something lurking in my wild mind
By the eclipse of the moon
You’re too proud to face the truth
Or forge ahead

The hunt is coming through

Take it much further you goon
You could be dead soon