Something is wrong. Some things never feel right.
Something lurking in the shadows. Shadows move in the dead of night.
Figures rush on every side and they won't look me in the eye.
I've lost my place in this fucking world and now there's nowhere I feel safe anymore.
Now I see them everywhere, I've been calling in threats.
Scars displayed on the walls of my room; somehow it all connects.
I followed one this evening, down through the maze of the city streets,
but he lost me (or I lost myself). Don't think I'll ever find my way home.
Some things are wrong. I've never felt right.
I've been lurking in the shadows. I've been living in the dead of night.
I've been walking now for hours. I've never left this cage.
Lock the door, kill the lights. Don't want to see the mess that you've made.