Who’s That sitting with me
Why won’t you speak to me
Speak up or be gone
Are you only here to haunt
I feel that she is watching
Latent in all my feelings
Awareness a silent witness
She really is my mistress
She has but one of three eyes
With it she open my eyes
My thoughts she makes dissapear
My freedom she makes it so near
Everyday she grows in nothing
My mind becomes a little thing
My job is to stop the machine
Her’s is to reign as my queen
