[Intro] [Pulsing, distorted bass guitar groove on its own] [Tight closed hi-hat clicks and scratching electric guitar muting] [Sudden syncopated snare cracks] [Verse 1] [Low, brooding spoken-sung delivery, crisp percussive feel] Scrub the kitchen sink at midnight, scrub the mirror till it squeaks Looking at the silhouette that hasn’t smiled in seven weeks There’s an occupant inside this frame who didn't pay the rent Squatting in the spaces where my optimism went He talks with my inflection and he drinks with my own hand Pouring gasoline on gardens that I meticulously planned [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars swell with overdrive, snare pattern doubles up] He tells me that I’m fraudulent, he tells me that I’m weak He cuts the audio whenever I prepare to speak I locked him in the basement, but he picked the brass latch Now he’s sitting by the fireplace, waiting with a match! [Chorus] [Heavy, crunchy rock chorus, soaring aggressive lead vocal] There’s a ghost within me, feeding on the spark! Pulling every lantern back into the freezing dark! Wearing my clothes, staring through my eyes Dressing up my terror in an effortless disguise! Get out of my marrow, get out of my bone I’m fighting for the title to a body of my own! [Verse 2] [Driving bass continues, chiming delayed guitars in the style of The Script] Remember sixteen summers back, the fire in the chest? Believed that every scar was just an honorable test Then failure stacked on failure like a stack of fallen slate And invited this imposter in to navigate the weight Now he handles the transactions, he negotiates the room Turning every celebration back into a tomb [Pre-Chorus] [Tom fills roll aggressively, vocal rises in pitch and grit] I can feel him in the knuckles when my hands ball into fists I can hear his nasty laughter in the middle of the mist He says we are identical, he says we are the same I’m screaming at the mirror that he doesn't own my name! [Chorus] [Huge wall of sound, arena rock drums, layered backing vocals] There’s a ghost within me, feeding on the spark! Pulling every lantern back into the freezing dark! Wearing my clothes, staring through my eyes Dressing up my terror in an effortless disguise! Get out of my marrow, get out of my bone I’m fighting for the title to a body of my own! [Guitar Solo] [Fierce, wailing alternative rock guitar solo, heavy bends, raw tone] [Bridge] [Tempo holds steady, instruments drop out except for driving kick and fuzz bass] You’re not a supernatural curse... You’re just my oldest fear rehearsed! You’re just the shame I kept fed in the shed! [Guitars crash back in with massive chord stabs, vocal screams] You don't get to run this house anymore! I'm kicking down the internal door! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, crashing cymbals, passionate desperate belt] There’s a ghost within me, feeding on the spark! Pulling every lantern back into the freezing dark! Wearing my clothes, staring through my eyes Dressing up my terror in an effortless disguise! Get out of my marrow, get out of my bone I’m fighting for the title to a body of my own! [Outro] [Driving groove continues, frantic guitar riffs] Body of my own! I'm taking the keys back... Evicting the shade... Step into the light. [Drum roll to an abrupt hard stop on the crash cymbal]
