[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Talk to the dead through the record player
Ghost conversations hidden up in ever layer
With the left hand spin it hand backwards
My approach abstract never absurd
Record every single sound the player makes
Hard copy everything before mishaps before mistakes before the link breaks
Before the conversation even start to take shape
Shape enough to create a response for me
Widen any eyes to hear a voice behind with crystal clarity
Didn't even bury me they really think memory will even fucking carry me
Tell em that they’re all wrong
Now I exist in reverse in the back hidden in a song
The person who lives lonely waiting for you to push play
Hoping that you might even wanna just stay

[Hook]
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
[Verse 2: Monoxide]
I put the needle on the record and my soul won't budge
Everything's blurry like a smudge
I can hear somebody talking but I can't tell much
Still stuck tried yelling but I had no luck
My brain starts feeling like it's about to bust
Stomach full of disgust like I'm about to erupt
All of sudden the whole room goes black
About 30 seconds later I'm back on track
In a room with an axe there's a few face flat
With wounds to the back
I assume I'm the one who brought doom to the pack
Red and blue flash through where the windows cracked
No clue what happened but I do know that
My life's now ruined hear the handcuffs clamp
No one's gonna believe that I just went black
I put the needle on the record and my soul went crack

[Hook]
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
Deep grooves
Spinning along
Hidden in reverse
Haunting a song
Backwards these spirits
Unheard in lyrics
[Skit]
Haunted by ghosts far and wide
Spanning the globe in the other side
To the songs they are assigned
Each time you play is an invite
A casting, a call, giving them life