Attacker

In the late hours of the night, I hear the firefly go firecracker
I see the face of my attacker, look him in the eyes
He always come over uninvited and building up the lie
So facedown, I go sleepwalking up and down the aisles

I see him laughing in the camera, the screen starts singing white noise
He's always alone, but he's never apart from me, he's an old friend of mine

Oh my God, if I fold my hand, will I ever win again?

The secret he keeps yelling at me, chipping down the malleus
There's no use trying to find what's promising inside the ominous
Everything dies, baby, that is a fact, even the boss can attest to that

That reminds me
Oh my God, if I fold my hand, will I ever win again?