Life doesn't seem to be obvious anymore
I know what lies in the dark and I'm not obliged to be afraid
The curtain calls
I take the stage
It's my turn to play the devils game
You think you sane?
Let's change the station, clearly this song's overplayed
Oh no
You think a fever's coming, that's why you feel sick?
Maybe it's my presence, my existence does the trick
I'm tryna be a myth
I'm tryna be something you will never believe in
I'm tryna be the story that will scare your children
I am a wendigo
I am fantastical
I am your intrusive thoughts in the flesh and bone
Stephen King never could make up a worthy foe
You need to breathe
Wake up, it was all a dream
I'm kidding, who's that in the window gleam?
It's me, and what's this?
My trap tracks up in your playlist?
Well shit it pains me to say this
But you just opened the gates bitch
Every single bar plays a major part
Every single line that you hear was produced to instill fear
Plighted from the start, daggers to your heart
I be sounding sharp, must've been why you ended up lying flat
Summoned my being by playing my tracks
You cursing my name but I'm cursing you back
You hittin new octaves when I'm gon' attack
You're screaming in harmony with my own laugh
Press play
Break a leg
Victim of the day
Post me to your story and see your family mourning
Your Spotify wrapped, just like your carcass in a body bag
Your top tracks becomes the evidence that I am boutta
Be a myth
I'm boutta be something you will never believe in
I'm boutta be the story that will scare your children
I am a wendigo
I am fantastical
I am your intrusive thoughts in the flesh and bone
Stephen King never could make up a worthy foe
Struggle to breathe