Empathic Communicator, Part I: Homage to the Hunter (Unconcious Incompetence) Lyrics

Are you conscious?
Or are you still fucked?

By design,
you still can?t figure me out?
By design,
you are still riddled with no surge of insight?
On the floor,
lied the empty shells of your defenses?
Pray to god you?re deaf when the gun goes off?

Will my eyes
back to
sleep.

I seek out the light
And come out blind.
My dreams remind,
That I am just a vessel.

[The Hunter]: ?One by one?

?You were born from words, ghosts, crimes.
So, I?ll take you to hell
Without exit or end??

It?s a war for your soul on every front.
My mind in the cross-hairs of some transient gun,
All while the world remained unchanged?