Lanterns think, in the fog - let me think

Selling rocks by the curbside rum- burum

Low it, run it, deep itu, tongue it, up it

Feel in, eat it, pul-it ful-it

Name in, slidin' under the skin

Widnws open, breathing in it

Flick of a match - on, light turns up orange

Orange- yeh

Mouth still full with the though nothing- to say anymore

Dust in the throat, they dont voice delay, yeah

No delay in this song

I forgot the static, what it feel like

Dum bum durum, here comes the beat drop, like

Should i cuz it fun it on it

Yeah, feed it on it

Yeah, dream it on it

Yeah feeling the heat it the name on the drop so low thе play

No answers, and the phone vibratеs

Hiss of the line

I answer the tone, you kniw what i hear? i hear you. yeah

I hear you. the cemetery's calling me

I step past the railings, a soft blue hiss

Phones glow pale like ghosts in mist

Every name I scroll’s a drifted note

Lost in a feed that forgot it spoke

Spoke poke i dont know

I taste the dust of the dial tone

No melody left, just this pulse and hum

Like a heart im feeling silence

Learnt from the mistakes we

I won't badmouth your name it feels black twice

Once real once surreal and one disgusted

EXCEPT I RASE FROM THE DEAD

Hit the pavement, hit my head

Shadows stretch, I bend

What they said, what they do

Its my will, not yours anymore

Noise in the veins, I don’t break

I dont shred, i shred you

Eyes on the sky, fire's in my chest

World flickers low, I’m a ghost possessed

Possessed not rest. yeah

My silence confessed

Can’t stop this unrest

Air tight, sharp, yeah

Sharping. uh, my fangs?