i'm skittish like a mouse
i can easily dissappear
i'll skirt the floorboards
and live off crumbs
keep you guessing if i'm even here

smoke and mirrors drape the room
a good magician never tells their secrets
lover, i was raised for this
born and bred and will die in trenches

the seer says there's ghosts in here
i've been on a haunting spree
salt circles can't save you this time
the truth won't protect the guilty

it's an all-out zombie apocalypse
corpses of past-versions of me
resurrected from the ground
to complete Mother Karma's earthly bidding

I'm going for the jugular
I'll catch you if you run
I'm the master of finding hidden things
because I used to be one