who are you?
invader, phantom cloud
thinking my thoughts
from my ancestors ripped bow
double parked in the edges
where idling is not allowed
an ink blotch of criminal
present but subliminal
overcasting but minimal
we'll feed you an empty book
a fall on the face
where the witnesses try not to look
we'll feed you a tongueless cook
lock you in the closet
make you guess what we took
we'll weaken you with running
run real real fast
with the spark that attacks
when you want your life back
you want your life back
who are you?
invader, phantom cloud
thinking my thoughts
taking over, foreign crowd
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