I see you in the mirror
Through my peripheral
A stalker with Half-Lights
Come to take my life
But when I turn to look
You're not there
Phantom of foggy air
What's real?
When I turn to look
You're not there
I came back on the Wayback
I expected the kill to be there still
I don't know why I thought it would stretch
Why I expected this death to smear
My thoughts are lost on the blood on the asphalt
My thoughts are lost on the blood in the dirt
My thoughts are lost in the dirt
My thoughts are lost on the asphalt
My thoughts are lost on the blood in the dirt