I KNOW A GHOST,
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance
Vanity is a sepulcher,
Do as you please, shame will follow
Languages rot and insects lose interest,
Mountains of plastic: Melting away
As long as these struggles are aimless,
We will all be standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
Collect the leaves,
Count them,
Name them,
Study each and every single one of them
As long as these struggles are aimless,
We will all be standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
All mistakes can be marked by borders,
All of love can be traced to a maker
It seems as if what is most important,
Isn't noticed when forgotten
Do as you please, shame will follow
The sun and the moon,
You'll always take them for granted
What's delicate is lost
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forget themselves
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears