Can't Shake It

My Darling, I'm always watching you Yes I do My darling, I'm always watching you Oh I do I second guess myself Should I listen to the voice that says don't stress yourself? Or should I listen to the void Fix my eyes from any moving, collect the dregs in shapes of divine choosing Always cryptic, never soothing Straining so suspiciously to separate the voice I've had inside my head for years My Darling, I'm always watching you Yes I do My darling, I'm always watching you Oh I do I got that niggling, those little wiggle wiggle bees That greet me in the night, I start to wonder could it be? Is that my better side I'm hearing crying? Or is it just my reptilian pleasure-seeking salivating salvation that's holding out? Or could it be the little demon that I swallowed when it cried for help Bobbing in the surf it yelped - my mother-heart at seams tore loose Compassion now becomes the noose I cling to I'm always watching you Can't shake the feeling there's always someone watching me Always I feel it, there's someone caring what I'll be And when I feel it, I want to know I want to know There's always someone- they're watching- a-woah-oh-oh Can't shake it, etc