Temperer

The other side of the lens

Emperor of envy

A broken temple of hate

Manipulation

In a pulsating neon state

Out of sight

On rotation

Buried in mental expectation

Lay me down

Lay me down gently

(It's in the back of my eyes, it's in the back of my mind)

Shallow hands

Staring cold

Frequent eyes I was never told

Open heights

Fearing wake

The less I give the less you'll take