You are the ghost that I evoked, the empty cage and the missing page Quick lunch to witness our demise If ever the days would consume my time
An easy target An easy win The coat is warm like the apocalypse
Fathers, sons, and holy ghosts clog the minds and throats that choke The stench is sworn in like the youth With trembling hearts you've got all to lose
An easy target An easy win The coat is warm like the apocalypse