Ghostchant

Sever your relation to those who are dependent on

Breathing the obvious in it only turns your lips blue

Turns your lips blue, unfastens inspiration from your throat

From your throatNo one around so you slash pretty skin

You told me they drove you to it

How many times do I have to turn the switch

To warn you about jumping in the back of the cars

Jumping in the back of the cars, jumping in the backThey cut the tendon

So you'd be to wasted to hold it allNo one around so you slash pretty skin

You told me they drove you to it

How many times have you woken up in a strangers arms

Covered in the gasoline as they hover above you