Lost in the static, spirits damaged
Graveyard shift, I’m the phantom
Shadows dancing where the light can’t manage
Souls departed, still I’m standing
Busta bussin’, Denzel scorching
Darkness creeping, no remorse in
Every verse a coffin, force in
Death around the corner, course in
Lost souls talking through the static
Hollow eyes, automatic
We the walking, we the tragic
Reap what you sow, it’s mathematics
From the depths where the lost ones wander
Every breath make the concrete ponder
We don’t sleep, we just grow fonder
Of the chaos, moving yonder