You bug the back stage, lady

Tricky mystic under the veil

You don't even know me, really;

You don’t know real

Manifesting the past on a pane of glass

Old loves glowing up in a hologram

Give up the ghost

Give up the fear

Appear nightly, here

Camped out on my genomes' map

No sign of plans to decamp

Smiling slyly under the canvas

A Bowie knife, a thermos, a lantern; waiting out the armistice

Manifesting the past on a pane of glass;

Old loves glowing up in a hologram

Give up the ghost

Give up the fеar

Appear nightly, here

Hеre. Here. Here. Here

Medicine man had me chant to undo your fear, a chokehold trance;

A misconstrued, unstrung St. Vitus Dance

But the fear was protecting me from you, my enemy; the enemy

The enemy of my enemy, my friend

The enemy of my enemy, my friend

Was a means to protect me from myself

Here, here, here, here