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
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
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
Hey you
Hey you
Hey you
Hey you

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