Kissing The Plague - The Ghost Of Lemora

He said I was sent from heaven

Well this ain’t no place for angels

He battened down the hatches, covered me in scratches

I saw the signs way before I knew the score

the creeping signs of the plague as I ran from the graves

The taste on my lips was surely of you

What was it in the draw?

I’ll see you never more

Maybe in the next life, maybe soon.

Maybe soon.

And as the blood dripped from my lips

I thought of those who went before.

No untruth’s or any lies that could give you a disguise

I’m walking out the door

The creeping signs of the plague as I ran from the graves

The taste on my lips was definately of you

What was it in the draw?

The clothes of a whore

See in in the next life, Maybe soon

Maybe soon.

See you in the next life, maybe soon.

A wasted obsession, that was you.