Ghost Lights -

Hanging by a dead thread in this world

Βehind these lacerations there’s a war

Τhere are demons behind my hate, you see I’m growing cold

This is the city of thorns and these nails are gold

So keep digging cause my home is now six feet below

When all that you live for is dead and gone

And you don’t know the answers

You’ll burn it all away just to feel some pleasure

Kill the lights

I’ll let these ghosts crawl through my head

21 guns and counting

I’m letting go from the voices in my head

And now the well has dried up, and all the coins are rusted

Sometimes there’s nothing left to fight for

Nothing can be reborn from ashes

When all that you live for is dead and gone

And you don’t know the answers

You’ll burn it all away just to feel some pleasure

And now my greatest fear became my reflection

Τhe things I have to hide

Τhe things I need to leave behind

There are things Ι left behind and these ghosts still drag me down

Lower and lower

Welcome to hell