[Style: Dax Riggs vocal delivery, haunting southern soul tenor, smoky melancholic timbre, sun-drenched eerie crooning, rapid theatrical phrasing] [Verse 1] My name is S.J. and this crypt, I'm locked out of it Playing cards with the dead, starting to doubt a bit Ha, look at me, living in a counterfeit Swallowed up by the sound of it, how do I get a crown out of it? Checked in at the old motel, trying to kill the noise Paranoia making sounds out of broken toys For real, think the floorboards talk to me Spilled a dozen bottles of remedies Think your boy is starting to feel like a fading ghost Tearing down every pillar from post to post And the word "truth" ain't meant to be a simple noun Type of game that it is, it'll drag you down [Chorus] My name is S.J., and I'm out of this zone Got a shadow for a heart, got a heavy-metal bone Call me phantom, extra-dimensional Extra, extra, generational [Verse 2] I could keep chasing ghosts, what's the point of it? Make it difficult for shadows just to sit If you're looking for a sign, I already left a trace Better run back home from this desolate place Cowboy hat with the horns and the rainbow wings Walking through the smoke where the midnight sings Like a disgruntled king in a paper crown I don't stop the track 'til the walls come down! [Chorus] My name is S.J., and I'm out of this zone Got a shadow for a heart, got a heavy-metal bone Call me phantom, extra-dimensional Extra, extra, generational [Outro] [Analog synth pulse fading, eerie whispered croon, upright bass plucks] Yeah, out of this zone... My name is S.J.
