(Verse 1) In the shadows where the whispers crawl, A reanimated shell, I’m a ghost in the hall, Flesh stitched tight, bu

(Verse 1) In the shadows where the whispers crawl, A reanimated shell, I’m a ghost in the hall, Flesh stitched tight, but I’m feelin’ the strain, Every tick of the clock like a drop of the rain. Decay in my veins, I’m a puppet on strings, Searching for solace in these rusted old things, Graveyard thoughts, yeah, they haunt like a dream, Echoes of the living, but I’m lost in the scheme. (Verse 2) Mold in my marrow, I’m a canvas of night, Crumbling edges, but I’m gripping the light, Searching for a spark in a world gone cold, Trying to keep my essence from the grip of the mold. Rotting reminders, I’m a riddle unspun, Chasing phantoms of joy, but I’m stuck on the run, A flicker of life in a tomb of despair, A reanimated corpse, but I’m gasping for air.