Black Heart
Wandering Eyes and Little Black Hearts: Unveiling The Damned Things' Dark Tale
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I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes, all the circling wagons and where I draw the line
I hope you've noticed the suspicious glances, the protective groups, and my boundaries.
All the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heart
Predatory individuals are targeting my vulnerable emotions, aiming to exploit my dark side.
Some get discouraged while the other ones starve
Some people become disheartened, while others endure hardship in the pursuit of their goals.
We've got to keep moving
We must continue progressing despite challenges.
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Even if the external turmoil settles, my internal essence remains active, seeking fulfillment in secrecy.
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
My instincts persistently track opportunities, akin to a relentless hunting party, guiding individuals to my vulnerable emotions.
A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in, and I just keep repeating every goddamn thing
A metaphorical state of emptiness persists, and repetitive actions characterize my experiences.
I try to trim some fat from the evening, throw some meat to the wolves gathered round
Attempting to eliminate unnecessary elements from my life, offering sacrifices to those eager to take advantage.
I still get discouraged because it's just slowing me down
Despite efforts, discouragement arises, hindering progress.
We've got to keep moving
Continuous movement is essential for survival and growth.
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Even after external disturbances settle, my inner self remains active in the shadows.
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
My instincts persistently track opportunities, similar to a hunting party, leading individuals to my vulnerable emotions.
Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is yours and yours is nothing
Everyone has their unique pursuits, but some may have nothing to offer or share.
Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is mine and I got something
While some possess valuable assets, others have nothing significant to contribute.
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Even after external disturbances settle, my inner self remains active in the shadows.
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
My instincts persistently track opportunities, resembling a hunting party, guiding individuals to my vulnerable emotions.
And even if you're nowhere to be found, I have been searching from the start
Even if you are elusive, my persistent search, backed by time, will eventually capture you and bring you to my vulnerable emotions.
Time will set the trap as strong as I was that catches you and brings you to my little black heart
Time, as a powerful force, will set a trap strong enough to capture and expose you to my vulnerable emotions.
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