| Hold me close |
| To all the things I’m not |
| A crumbled face |
| Blue eyes that cry a lot |
| It does not matter |
| What’s taken |
| Just tell the other me it’s broken |
| Tell me, is it truly mine? |
| Crush my bones and steal my spine |
| It hurts the lambs either way |
| Little teeth will find a way |
| 'Cos all my time is sealed with organic fear |
| I watch it feed me, watch it eat me |
| But all my ghosts are now with me |
| I walk inside you like it’s a promenade |
| Smells like habit |
| Patience is overrated |
| Bring me sunshine but don’t burn the moth |
| You want a striptease? |
| Well, watch my flesh come off |
| Tell me, do I sound unfair? |
| Wait a minute, I don’t care |
| No one hears a word I say |
| Well, bless my night and fuck your day |
| 'Cos all my time is sealed with organic fear |
| I watch it feed me, watch it eat me |
| But all my ghosts are now with me |
| The things you deny will matter the most |
| Will matter the most |
| I’ll keep playing my game between me and my ghosts |
| Me and my ghosts |
| I walk inside you like it’s a promenade |
| Same old story — my patience’s overrated |
| The fear you feed me |
| Slowly eats me |
| But all my ghosts are here with me |
| I walk inside you like it’s a promenade |
| Same old story — my patience’s overrated |
| The fear you feed me |
| Slowly eats me |
| But all my ghosts are here with me |
| I walk inside you like it’s a promenade |
| Same old story — my patience’s overrated |
| The fear you feed me |
| Slowly eats me |
| But all my ghosts are here with me |
| All my ghosts are alive |