Spectre - Radiohead

I’m lost, I’m a ghost

Dispossessed, taken host

My hunger burns a bullet hole

A spectre of my mortal soul

These rumors and suspicion

Anger is a poison

The only truth that I could see

Is when you put your lips to me

Futures tricked by the past

Spectre, how he laughs

Fear puts a spell on us

Always second-guessing love

My hunger burns a bullet hole

A spectre of my mortal soul

The only truth that I can see

Spectre has come for me