Attacker - Ethan Gruska

In the late hours of the night, I hear the firefly go firecracker

I see the face of my attacker, look him in the eyes

He always come over uninvited and building up the lie

So facedown, I go sleepwalking up and down the aisles

I see him laughing in the camera, the screen starts singing white noise

He’s always alone, but he’s never apart from me, he’s an old friend of mine

Oh my God, if I fold my hand, will I ever win again?

The secret he keeps yelling at me, chipping down the malleus

There’s no use trying to find what’s promising inside the ominous

Everything dies, baby, that is a fact, even the boss can attest to that

That reminds me

Oh my God, if I fold my hand, will I ever win again?