Текст песни Ghost Stories

Raindrops fell without rage
Eyes half-closed
Skin like dark gray metal
Inanimate and cold

Another flame to my face
The smell of sulfur lingering away

You're here for the perforation of the heart
Precise incisions; anesthetic dreams

It's broken like a ticking watch that need repairs
Shattered glass, exposed face, waiting to be wound

Wounded like a friend of mine who eased his pain
By killing time, not letting it kill him
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When you wake up you won't remember anything
But that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm

Cries sharp like a crescent moon
A sickle grazed against the skin
My breath fogged up the window
So I let the night breathe in

I let the ghosts into my room and listened to their screams
Incessant whisperings singing,
singing like music to my ears
Like music to my ears
Like music to my ears

A flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue
Reminded me of you