Like a Ritual - Title Fight

First time in a while that everything is fine.

I’d lie to you;

I’ve been lying to myself all the time.

And your voice in the back of my head-

wishing things could be quiet.

And your voice, murdering the silence-

consistent like a ritual.

I’d stop and stare imagining that you’d be there.

I’d spend my days wasting my time constantly.

And your voice in the back of my head-

wishing things could be quiet.

And your voice, murdering the silence-

consistent like a ritual