Dark Matters Paroles

We're all in the same place but it seems
we're living in parallel worlds.

I try to imagine the predator's stinking breath,
his body against mine, the foulness when he's spent.

All of us passing by.

Somewhere in the alleys of our minds
we all have our secret worlds.

Some are haunted by memories,
some have an impulse to be cruel,
and they're watching intently
to see who they can use.

You don't know who's a freak,
and on this street they're out here lurking all the time.
The vultures circle close.
At any moment we might slip and fall.
The jackals are waiting, waiting for us all.