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In my youth the ghost stepped through me, and life was never quite the same |
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A new dark truth, a cursed recluse, left choking on the bitter shame |
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I force it down, down, down to the bottom of my soul but i still can't hide |
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Superstition takes control and leaves me numb and paralyzed and now i realize |
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Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning |
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Lures me in and then devours me |
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This old ghost erodes what i once called my life |
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Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light |
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Hexed and blind in the dust of life, the shadows stretching over me |
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The mirror stares back, eyes stained black, the sun my mortal enemy |
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Screaming why, why, why the ghost she never seems to say |
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Paranois burns my soul and now there's nothing left to take, there's nothing left to take |
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Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning |
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Lures me in and then devours me |
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This old ghost erodes what i once called my life |
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Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light |
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Burn me alive in the blinding light |