Skulls

Cold wind in the empty street, ashes falling where the shadows meet.
I can feel you watching me, like a ghost I cannot see.
Every heartbeat turning slow, every whisper feels like snow.
In the dark your voice returns, calling me while silence burns.

And the night keeps pulling, pulling, dragging me into your world…

Skulls, skulls, echo in the night.
Skulls, skulls, glowing pale and white.
Skulls, skulls, breathing with my fear.
Skulls, skulls, whisper “I am here.”
Skulls… skulls…
Skulls… skulls…

Footsteps in the hollow rain, every memory like a stain.
You appear in faded light, half alive, half out of sight.
Broken voices, shattered truth, haunting me like wasted youth.
I can’t run, but I can’t stay—you're the dark that lights my way.

And the night keeps pulling, pulling, taking everything I’ve known…

Skulls, skulls, echo in the night.
Skulls, skulls, glowing pale and white.
Skulls, skulls, breathing with my fear.
Skulls, skulls, whisper “I am here.”
Skulls… skulls…
Skulls… skulls…

Shadows crawling under my skin, voices calling “let me in.”
Cold as winter, soft as sin, you haunt me again and again.

Skulls… skulls… calling my name.
Skulls… skulls… nothing’s the same.
Skulls… skulls… blood in the rain.
Skulls… skulls… over and over again.

Skulls, skulls, echo in the night.
Skulls, skulls, glowing pale and white.
Skulls, skulls, breathing with my fear.
Skulls, skulls, whisper “I am here.”
Skulls… skulls…
Skulls… skulls…
Skulls… tonight.