[Intro – Slowed, echoing voice]

You have reached the end…

Leave a message after the dialtone…

…but I won’t be callin’ back…

[Verse 1]

Midnight ghost ridin’ with the steel in my lap,

Shadows in the rearview, I ain’t lookin’ back.

Engine screamin' loud, like a voice from the grave,

All black fit, heart colder than the cave.

Blood on the chrome, pain in the tone,

Lost too many to the streets I roam.

Dialtone buzz, reaper on the line,

Sayin' “your time up” — can’t press rewind.

[Hook – Repeated, chopped sample style]

Grippin’ the wheel while I ride through the fog…

Clock tickin’ down, can’t run from the god…

Cold in my soul, but the bass still knockin’…

Death on the phone — and he steady watchin’…

[Verse 2]

Smokin’ through the static, mind gone black,

City lights blink but I ain’t goin’ back.

Tires screech like a banshee’s wail,

Livin’ like a story with no post-bail.

Skrrt in the silence, driftin' on fate,

Call from the reaper — he tell me I'm late.

No savin' grace, just bass and regret,

Phone still ringin'... but it’s just the dialtone left.