[Bridge] [dark, half-time, spoken-sung, icy and brutal] You thought you were slick, playing games in the dark Left your prints on my life, like I wouldn’t mark But I know where you sleep, and I know what you fear So keep your front up now, I’m the one getting near [more venom, pause between lines] Every lie you spun, every bridge you burned to dust Comes back around, a debt that’s paid in rust No escape from my reach, no place left to hide I’m not saying your name again—I’m coming inside [adlibs, low growl tone] Yeah Here it comes You earned this
