Future Ghosts - Sweet Cobra

And oh, how I love to see you cave

It’s dark but I still see how you behave

Hold out your hand and cry like you want again

Dug deep in my thoughts and gave my commands

What can I promise this time?

For nights down the road

And I still can’t afford your life support

And I kiss no more because my mouth breathes of death

My insides are rot and my organs are dust

Hold out your hand and cry like you want again

I need you