I couldn’t possibly feel that need
Like a thousand hiding voices
Whispering
“this is who you are”

And you fight the pressure
The growing need, rising like a wave
Prickling, and teasing,
And prodding to be fed

But the whispering gets louder
Until it’s screaming “now!”

And it’s the only voice that you hear
The only voice you want to hear

And you belong to it.

To this
Shadow-self
To this
The dark passenger

The dark passenger.

And you belong to it
The dark passenger.

And you belong to it
The dark passenger.

And you belong to it
To this
Shadow-self

To this
The dark passenger.