Night Shift Halo

Night shift halo

Eyes on the payload

[low vocal register] Keep my face low

Heart on stay cold

In the back lane

Black tracksuit, same stain

Mum calling, “come home”

I’m calling out, “one more”

Phone ping once

Whole block tense

Blue lights bend

Round corners, again

Got scars on my ego

Barcodes on my jeans though

Stack notes in a clean row

Pray quiet that they free bro

Night shift halo

Pray we make it home from the chaos (yeah)

Hands on the table

Cards on the line, can’t save us

If I fall, if I fade slow

Will they still talk on my name though? (talk on my name)

Night shift halo

Night shift halo

Cold air in my lungs

Old pain on my tongue

Talk big on the net

Turn small when we come

Hole in the bus seat

Roll with a heartbeat

Cheap cologne on my fleece

Rich dreams when I can’t sleep

Who’s real, who’s renting a role?

Who’d still ride when it’s dull?

I’ve seen bright boys lose soul

Just to shine for a scroll

Hands up, then head down

Same script, same dead town

I need more than a threat now

I need peace I can’t let down

Late calls, late roads

Late sins, case closed

Night shift halo

One step from heaven, one from a grave stone