Lay Your Ghosts to Rest Lyrics

Under it all
A new world
A new world made with the hands of madness
These hands
They will always do the cutting
Piece by piece the pain gets worse
If only I could see myself right nowThe gathering of flesh
Transforming my face into an unrecognizable state
Smooth out the eyes
Smooth out the lips
Every mirror is a past idea smashed upon recognition (These selfish reasons, the letter is all I left for explaining)Will it be found?
Will the right hands deliver?
The heartache I leftCut until all that is left is new material
Myself
Day in, day out
Deep down I know what I must doSo much happens behind closed doors
So much happens behind our closed doors
This key will open them

Expose us allCrusty-eyed symphony
Awakened by my grunts and moans
Why do I do this to myself?
I suppose the choice was all mine
God felt so much better before the mirror glimpse
On the surface I know what I must doThe precaution documents
The fail safe way back "home".
Should I end it right here and now?
That would be far too selfish
I shall end what I've begun
The creation of more
More of us
The skin and bones of destruction
An army of weak souls
Weak minds
Weak life(Written in a language I can understand. My brilliance seems questioned with these instructions. Fairly obvious for precaution documents I suppose. The "Night Owls" always send me back. Seems to be in their DNA)I wake to my own whimper
Ship is counting down
Must regroup myselfThe end starts now
Songwriters
PAUL ANDREW WAGGONER, BLAKE RICHARDSON, DAN BRIGGS, TOMMY GILES ROGERS, DUSTIE WARINGPublished by
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