Don’t you sometimes get the feeling,
That your very existence is being…
Watched.
Ever since you were born, you were watched.
Occasionally it can become a lot,
So I can’t help but be fraught.
I’m biting my nails
cause I can’t seem to escape the gaze.
It doesn\'t matter who,
Someone’s scrutiny is literally like a glue.
Being stuck on you whether you want it,
or not, even if you want it to quit.
I wanna run away, to not be seen…
To, maybe feel serene.
It’s just too much pressure,
I can’t take it, I could use some leisure.
However even if I manage to hide,
and not be grasped by mortal mind.
I’ll still be stared at,
by yours, Lord, creation.
Angels you think are good,
But are they though?
Or are they like that so that they could,
watch and control us as they see fit?
Uncertainty is overflowing within me.
About this so-called divinity.
Lord, can’t I have some privacy?
To have some time with my own thoughts and get to know me?
I know your game doesn’t work like this,
however if I ask nicely could you please grant me such bliss?
I don’t care if it’s against the rules,
I just wanna be with myself, and not be watched by these fools.
…
Fine, have it your way,
throw me down to hell to rot away.
But this is the 1 thing I ask of you
Stop watching me like you used to.