Lyrics
walking through gardens that i don’t remember
Walking through gardens that evoke no memories, a sense of unfamiliarity.
i’m passing through hallways i don’t understand
Passing through hallways that are perplexing and not easily understood.
haunting a house that i’ve lived in for ages
Haunting a house where I've resided for a long time, a feeling of being lost in one's own space.
my thousand-yard stare going straight through my hands
My distant, vacant gaze passes through my hands, indicating a disconnected and detached state.
watch my limbs go clear
Observing my limbs becoming transparent, a transformation into something feared.
i’m becoming what i feared
Becoming what was feared, facing inner demons or fears.
in a year or two they’ll tell tales of my presence
In a year or two, tales will be told about my presence, marked by red eyes and an unsettling aura.
a pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
A pair of red eyes and a chilling presence that leaves a lasting impression.
these days i feel like a face in the mist
Feeling like a face lost in the mist, struggling to assert existence.
trying to show the world i still exist
Attempting to show the world that I still exist despite challenges.
all of my friends are just passing right through me
Friends passing through without acknowledging, a sense of being unseen in plain sight.
i’m not being seen while i’m being watched
Not being seen while being observed, a paradoxical experience.
so i’ll mess with the temperature, hide in the shadows
Manipulating the environment to gain attention, resorting to unconventional methods.
i’ll shake all the windows and jiggle the locks
Creating disturbances, both visible and audible, to attract notice.
just want someone to see
Yearning for someone to recognize the frightening ghostly presence.
the scary ass ghost i’d be
Desiring acknowledgment as the intimidating ghost one could become.
in a year or two they’ll tell tales of my presence
In the future, stories will recount my presence, characterized by red eyes and an unsettling atmosphere.
a pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
A pair of red eyes and an unpleasant chill marking a lasting impression.
these days i feel like a face in the mist
Feeling like a face obscured in mist, struggling to assert existence.
trying to show the world i still exist
Continuing efforts to prove my existence to the world despite challenges.
do you hear me through all the radio static
Asking if my presence is discernible amidst radio static, a metaphor for communication barriers.
can you see me through the window in the attic
Questioning visibility through an attic window, seeking validation and connection.
do you hear me through all the radio static
Repeating the inquiry about presence through radio static, emphasizing the struggle to be heard.
can you see me through the window in the attic
Reiterating the desire for visibility through an attic window, seeking acknowledgment.
in a year or two they’ll tell tales of my presence
In the future, tales will narrate my presence, featuring red eyes and a chilling aura.
a pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
A pair of red eyes and an unsettling chill marking a lasting impression.
these days i feel like a face in the mist
Feeling like a face obscured in mist, persisting in the endeavor to assert existence.
trying to show myself i still exist
Continuing the struggle to demonstrate personal existence to oneself.
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