Upstate Ghost - Most Precious Blood

Keep your eye on the ball.

Nice level swing

Keep your feet on the ground, nevermind that sound and ignore that sting

From here I will disappear.

I won’t fail

To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail

This ghost town is nothing but hollow

The callow are trained to carry and follow

Bitter and fallow, empty if not shallow

No such thing as tomorrow

From here I will disappear.

I won’t fail

To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail

From here my wearying ghost will be carried

And here the last traces of sunlight are buried

Where is the sun?

Where is everyone?