"As Your Ghost Takes Flight" lyrics

"As Your Ghost Takes Flight"

The last time that I saw you, August of '99
I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
To nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood
Display you for the neighbors so they'd know your time had come

And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heading for my heart

And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain
The people on the street are collecting in dismay
Before their eyes, your head lifts towards the sky
And that's the last thing they'll remember of you

'Cause I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heading for my heart

You've become a ghost
You're floating somewhere in between
The waking world and a landscape of dreams
Well it is nothing but dying
Got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin
You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun

And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heading for my heart


You May Also Like
Motion City Soundtrack - "Hold Me Down" I found a letter that said: "I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now Save for a few of those late-night episodes Missed...
Thursday - "Running From The Rain" There was a sound, split all the heavens apart On the northern wind, out in a southern spark Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line I see myself...
Cursive - "Sink To The Beat" I'll try to make this perfectly clear I'm so transparent I disappear these words I lyrically defecate upon songs I boldly claim to create Clint steps in to establish the beat 4/4 hip hop and...
Thrice - "The Artist In The Ambulance" Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white...
Further Seems Forever - "The Bradley" False pretense A lack of resonance A derisive sentiment and confidence. These bonds were always fake crafted for safety's sake. But pasted wings, and foil rings do not an angel make. I...