emptyhands - No Way out the Fog

I can’t find my way home
I been out here too long
Darkness talking so close
Fog inside of my lungs

I can’t find my way home
Every road feels so wrong
If you see me, don’t go
I can’t make it alone

Black boots, wet ground, moon looks bruised
Lost in the mist with a head full of you
Street signs twisted like they know what I did
Every dead-end whisper got a name on its lips

I been running from the dawn like it owes me pain
Neon bleeding on my hoodie in the acid rain
Got a compass in my pocket but it points to shame
North side, south side, both feel the same

I can’t find my way home
I been out here too long
Darkness talking so close
Fog inside of my lungs

I can’t find my way home
Every road feels so wrong
If you see me, don’t go
I can’t make it alone

Fast pace, no face, black haze, cold case
I chase small flames through a maze with no gates
Breath in, death wind, chest thin, headlights
I blink, world sinks, left turn, dead night

I’m Dante with no Virgil, hurt circle, burnt sermon
Praying to the curb while the fog keeps learning
My footsteps loop like a scratched CD
Same old scream in a new dark key

I can’t find my way home
I been out here too long
Darkness talking so close
Fog inside of my lungs

I can’t find my way home
Every road feels so wrong
If you see me, don’t go
I can’t make it alone