[Intro - low feedback hum, single dirty guitar note ringing] I built a cage out of maybe Slept inside it like a saint Every shadow called me guilty Every silence learned my name [Verse 1 - quiet, muttered, bass creeping] There’s a jury in the drywall There’s a witness in the rain There’s a verdict in the mirror With my face scratched off the frame I rehearse the hurt before it I pre-bleed before the blade I mistake a door for thunder I mistake a look for hate [Pre-Chorus - drums tightening, voice fraying] And nobody said it But I heard it so loud My head is a courtroom My thoughts are the crowd [Chorus - distorted explosion, screamed but melodic] I suffer in stereo From ghosts I made real I’m bleeding from weapons That nobody can feel Hey, hey, I know The knife ain’t in their hand It’s mine in the dark Making war with a man [Post-Chorus - feedback stab] I made up the monster Then begged it to leave [Verse 2 - back to soft, bitter and tired] There’s a rumor in my bloodstream There’s a laugh behind the wall There’s a funeral for my courage Every time I almost call I wear panic like a halo Cheap saint of the bathroom floor Counting cracks inside the ceiling Like they’re exits, like they’re doors [Pre-Chorus - building, more urgent] And nobody chained me But I’m dragging this sound My head is a prison My fear is the guard [Chorus - bigger, rawer] I suffer in stereo From ghosts I made real I’m bleeding from weapons That nobody can feel Hey, hey, I know The knife ain’t in their hand It’s mine in the dark Making war with a man [Bridge - half-time, ugly riff, vocals close and cracked] I put my name on a wanted sign Nailed it up in my own mind Fed the wolf through the window Then blamed teeth for being teeth I made a god out of every glance Made a noose from a second chance Lit a match for a shadow Then cursed the smoke when I couldn’t breathe [Breakdown - drums drop out, voice nearly whispered] Maybe they never saw me Maybe they never cared Maybe the room was empty Maybe I was scared [Beat drops - full band returns, chaotic] Maybe the room was empty Maybe I was scared [Final Chorus - screamed, chorus evolves] I suffer in stereo From ghosts I made real I’m healing from weapons That nobody can steal Hey, hey, I know The knife was in my hand So I spit in the dark And I stand where I stand I suffer in stereo But the signal is weak There’s blood on the speakers And dust on my teeth Hey, hey, I know The trial was a scam I was judge, I was jailer I was witness, I ran [Outro - repeated, collapsing into feedback] I made up the monster Then taught it to speak I made up the monster Now it sounds just like me [Final hit - sudden stop, feedback fades]
