spook in the back, bug in my head
the suit a prop, probably dead
now on the run, deep in the blame
i had a code, i didn’t need a name

now the only hand left i can see
is pointing straight, straight to the grave
that is calling for me

hey you

dog on the hunt, close to me now
picked up my scent, i don’t know how
the charge is fake, born in a box
siren a decoy, loud and lost

now the only sound left i can hear
is the sound buried deep in the ground
that is calling me near
yeah it’s calling me near

hey you

now the only hand left i can see
holds the coldest, oldest truth i didn’t wanna believe
oh i didn’t wanna believe