Haunt What's Left

End me like a sick dog. Lose my body in vain Break my horse's legs. Store me in a vase I'll flight my way out by teeth Wave the stampede on with a flag While you've convinced yourself of your existence As the only form of life Bestowed beneath the gi

I'm a ghost to everyone I love A phantom. A banshee The child on the roof after dusk The first wind over the shipwreck Come home, come home My empty body is begging me to come home I'm going to be the last one left I'm going to kill every bull they s

My dreams are covered in ants, wading in the pools of human blood set ablaze as we sat back and laughed Why am I hunted by the guilt of my past? HEAVE. HEAVE. Gather the ore with our bare hands. HEAVE. HEAVE. I'm unfit to be here. Still blood in the

Another day is slipping away from us. Their kingdoms can? t outlast the hopelessness we know. We? re barricaded in and we? re desperate. Eternity will never claim me from my throne. This is my last chance to pull out my teeth, Pull out all my teeth f

Lest I die in the flood, you'll never see me rest. Guilty masses of men, simply falling apart. Just stop and pick up your jaw. JUST STOP AND PICK UP YOUR JAW. Been evading the shots that they make in the dark. Open up these graves so we can feed our