Lyrics
god’s ghosts
Creeping behind sealed corridors
In the dark damp places of witches and whores
I am beneath myself
I can not reach myself
I am
getting deeper and deeper and deeper
Into something untouched
Stirring up shadows
That needn’t be unleashed
If we would’ve left him there
We should’ve left him there
We should’ve left him there
A high ranking official
of the third of hosts
They were god’s ghosts
My senses stripped from me
But somehow I still see
My body on loan, tag team
This is not real this can not be
Why do you bleed in me
