In the ambush beyond you know. No sure where to find. A little piece of hope. Carried by the tide. I'd like to see where I can find. A piece of mine lost within the wagon. That rolled up into a gulf. Or maybe was lost without no hope. Beware the jackal. That creeps inside your head. Ears of arrow and eyes of snake. The worst kind of nightmare. Streets that seem so empty. Full of no one there. A perfect habitat. To whom is not aware. And then find what's left. Of the fears an phobias that were kept. Within the villain maintained by your conscious. Who's trynna make you daft. If you can go and ask for help. But he always haunts you in your bed. Even running he'll always be. A step ahead. Beware the jackal. That creeps inside your head. Ears of arrow and eyes of snake. The worst kind of nightmare. Beware the jackal