The ghosts I dream of long abandoned this hell I used to call a home

Even with noise filling my head these devils will refuse to go

Lucid writing down thoughts for my future self

The pen's a part of my heart, flowing ink

Rummaging around the living junkyard in which I drown

My bedroom's art falls apart endlessly

I've grown accustomed to this feeling out of touch

Can't believe that all this numbness hurts so much

Separated

I guess it's easier to say it's what I want

Than to mumble something real to anyone

Disconnected

The ghosts I dream of long abandoned this hell I used to call a home

Even with noise filling my head these devils will refuse to go

Forever going through the motions in vain, now I'm so fucking alone

Even when it's finally silent these devils will refuse to go

Even when it's finally silent these devils will refuse to go

Awaken dear heart, the mirror beckons forth

Through the storm

New clothes and haircut, but you're still a walking corpse

Unadored

I've grown accustomed to this feeling out of touch

Can't believe that all this numbness hurts so much

Separated

I guess it's easier to say it's what I want

Than to mumble something real to anyone

Disconnected

The ghosts I dream of long abandoned this hell I used to call a home

Even with noise filling my head these devils will refuse to go

Forever going through the motions in vain, now I'm so fucking alone

Even when it's finally silent these devils will refuse to go

Even when it's finally silent these devils will refuse to go