The Passerby -

I only see myself in reflections in the eyes

Of the strangers that I meet;

darkened glances in the night.

I am the passerby.

I am the passerby.

And I feel like I’m awake and it haunts me all the time,

But it’s like it follows me, like it’s something deep inside.

I am the passerby.

I am the passerby.

There’s strength within my heart

But I’m buried 'neath the sea.

And although I’m not five fathoms yet

They do not follow me.

So I ask if I’m awake, staring up towards the light

Through the milky water’s haze

There is something that I can’t find.

I’m running through the forest,

I don’t know where I’ve been.

And although they stand before me,

They’re like ghosts that I can’t see.

They do not make amends, no they do not make amends.

They do not make amends, no they do not make amends.

They’ll catch up.

When I see my hollow face I just bury it inside,

For the answer isn’t me.

It’s the place in which I hide

I am the passerby.

I am the passerby.

And I’ll take it to my grave, it is with me all the time.

Though they do not follow me, an escape is hard to find.

I am the passerby.

I am the passerby.

Goddamnit.

I found it, I cut it with my teeth.

It’s coming faster like cancer metastasized through dreams.

I’ve got your murder.

Step further,

These etchings on the wall are all your answers;

Advances in this game I can’t recall.

I’m spinning in the vagueness.

I see it in my mind;

I’m the coral 'neath the waves.

There’s still something that I can’t find.

The streets are vague and cold here.

They do not follow me.

And they think they’re in control but they do not follow me,

And they do not make amends…

They do not make amends…