Look what we've done, we almost have made it. We’re jumping the gun and we celebrated. The damage is done, we haven't yet paid it. What have I become? What have we created? I'm the darkness in your mind again, just beneath the skin wearing you thin. I am the distortion your reflection. When you let me in I can be your friend. Can I escape it, the dark that we've done? Feels like a jaded old man on the run. Is it too late yet, the damage undone? Things are related where did we go wrong?
Cuz I am the noise you heard, the bite in the bitter words
I’m painting the scene absurd
Remember the coldness hurts. Cuz I am the darkness in your mind again
I’m knocking to come back in I’m your oldest friend