Behind My Back by Evan Schafer Lyrics

Your desire doesn’t fit the mold
This all, it’s contrary to the ecstasy
I can hear you whisper
From another room
It’s all falling off track, behind my back

Darkness provided, lightness earnings
That’s all, it’s ecstatic for the tantric
They can hear you conspire
From another car
It’s all behind their necks, behind my back

Turtleneck blues
It’s all a sham —
Of the plastic Jesus at your feet
Reconstitution, restitution
Retribution behind your back

Your desire goes to fit its own mold
Those all, they’re static for the bat shit
Crazy, bleed out, perspire
Another blackened czar
Behind my face, behind my back