Ghosts

Colour in the lines provided Reward yourself for jobs well done Then at night entombed by different shades of white Someday we'll be ghosts again Take some time for self-reflection Breathe the air they breath for you Hold your breath, walk a few steps out and exhale Some day we'll be ghosts again Seems like your tumblin' from brick walls again Now you lay broken and all the king's horse men Have locked themselves in a small glass room To stop the temptation of fixing the wounds Sometimes you need to bleed out uncomfortably Bathe in your own filth and breath in uncertainty Take a few days on the cobblestone to remember the days broken and alone You've robbed your bliss and killed for diamonds Bound your limbs and fed regrets Drank your youth and pissed out all your aspirations Then realised someday we'll be ghosts again Someday we'll be ghosts again One day we'll slip into the calm black true Come home with the cigarette stink on Malt breath and a pierce in your eardrum Guiding you back to the straight lines of a lie Fine-tuned to the rhythm that was made for you Dirty habits and cause will divide us too We were born, we will die in the calm black true One day we'll slip into the calm black true Someday we'll be ghosts again