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 thе night?
My enemy reeks of blood. I'm losing my mind
I've spеnt 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