Phantom - Krill

A wicked and twisted phantom

Comes to you in the night

But all you see is your reflection

In it’s huge, unblinking eye

A wicked and twisted phantom

Comes to you in the night

But all you see is your reflection

In it’s huge, unblinking eye

You warm up a glass of milk

But forget it in the microwave

And a day passes, and another day

You warm up a glass of milk

But forget it in the microwave

And a day passes, and another day

And another day

And the phantom keeps on coming

And the phantom won’t relent

And from the kitchen there arises

An unblinking, awful scent

Puny pilgrim keep on running

But in your heart you won’t repent

Big two hearted river flooding

Fuse all guilt and innocence

What’s the proper orientation of myself to my non self?

What’s the proper orientation of my non self to me?

What’s the proper orientation of the world to my non-self?

What’s the proper orientation of the world to me?

To me?

To me?

Does it always have to be, to me?