I suppose one day when I walk into a room and the lights don't turn on I'll know I'm a ghost then Now my only proof I have is my cold hands and faded presence
Tremble against the strings Row against the rage Sleep against the grain Know when time ends We are not even stars Not even sand Only human, only sin Bear me not your faults As I am relinquished Of soul and stamina
Even now After you are no longer found In the physical of my life I still feel your hands Around my throat And covering my lips I will bite your palm again and again Favoring the taste of blood Over that of silence