Beware the ghost that floats two steps behind you It breathes the dust you shake off of your shoes While tracing ancient scars just to remind you Of every battle past that left a bruise
Your angels and your saviors Have long since disappeared And judgment day is here
Get out while you can
Tangled in a web of words unspoken While fending off the Huns inside your head The burden of a static soul unwoken Is breeding monsters underneath your bed
You’re wrenched out of indifference You sense that something’s wrong The Sirens start their song
