كلمات II. Words In Whispers

In isolation, I find myself Speaking plainly to the shadows of something else It's on the tip of my tongue, and it fucking burns The scraping against my skull, it sounds like Words tangled in whispers These voices speak only to me Horrifying, the smell of rotting meat, it's terrorizing Lurking behind me on midnight's empty streets In isolation, I seek them out, I see nothing I hear their words tangled in whispers These voices speak only to me It's on the tip of my tongue, and it fucking burns The scraping against my skull, it sounds like Words tangled in whispers Shall I go into hiding, or chase the Sun to outrun the night? My enemy reeks of blood, I'm losing my mind I've spent all my nights undone, fucked, screaming I hear their words tangled in whispers These voices speak only to me In isolation, I seek them out Speaking plainly to the shadows They answer me In words tangled in whispers