Besedila:
Anatomy Of A Ghost

the fall all waking up on the day before we were handed the open book when hands fell from mid face to block our eyes from seeing more fingers make a

We flail on to morning stars We'll offer all of ourselves just not to close our eyes Seize onto the sun as it rises in the east Ascend to open doors hanging

ours The headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation Offering reassurance we were right Take it back down This is me hanging from a nail, Missing

breathe. One masquerade for the last parade. These hands back down. Pretend that I'm back to the a??please tell me how.a?? Hearts don't forget to

I can bear From planes tracing seams across the sky overhead Seed the soil left to fallow too long With pamphlets proclaiming "falls finally dead" a??just like! Growing up!a

Rewrite the book chapter three is empty pure white and hidden in the shadows one voice moving lips are absent whispers design for the future twisting

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills The ticking clock spins out of control Erosion claims the monuments Wires rust sets the ghost

?s ours the headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation offering reassurance we were right take it back down this is me hanging from a nail, missing

fall we woke up on the day before we were handed the open book (chamber clicks pin breaks the shell) when hands fell from mid face to block our eyes from sore seeing more fingers make a