Wrapped in Wax - Gost

The flood surrounds you

Piercing eyes

Nobody loves you but they want you

(Right now)

This is erasure

As we pine

Assembled in rows for your choosing

(Lucky girl)

Uphold their morals

For a mile

Horizontal fading in the distance

(All the while)

You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall

This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold

No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall

Inherent murder of the crows funeral

You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall

This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold

No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall

Inherent murder of the crows funeral

You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall

This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold

No we aren’t desperate, this is all we have to fall

Inherent murder of the crows funeral