Ghosts and Spirits
Yearning Amidst Desolation: Echoes of Lost Desires
Lyrics
We uprooted the cedar
We removed the cedar tree from its place
Now there's nothing left to feel for
There's no emotional connection or sentiment left
The barn owl took the rat's nest
A barn owl took away the rat's home
I guess I'm fucked if I'm up next
I'm in trouble if it's my turn next
I wrote my stories loosely based on reality
I crafted my tales loosely based on reality
So I might have love if not for discrepancy
So, maybe I could have love if not for discrepancies or inconsistencies
It never adds up to fill the gaps
Things never add up to fill the gaps or uncertainties
It never was enough to be what I lacked
What I had was never sufficient to fulfill what I lacked
The stranglehold is a sure way to go
Being constrained tightly is a certain path to take
Be what you want but you'll always want more
Regardless of being what you desire, you'll always desire more
Lacerated leather strips down the deviant's back
Strips of leather with cuts on the rebellious person's back
He said he'd be an amputee before he felt that
He'd rather lose a limb than experience that pain
Now he looks back as a blaspheme
He now reflects on his past as sacrilege
Another shocked man who can't get clean
Another shocked man who can't break free from his struggles
From the casket filled with a heavy tease
From a coffin filled with a strong temptation
I know I'm just that bastard sinking
I know I'm just that wretched person sinking
It down poured and we could hear it
It heavily rained, and we could hear it
Feeling high on ghosts and spirits
Feeling euphoric or intoxicated on the presence of the supernatural
Courtesy came tragically
Politeness or civility arrived in a sorrowful way
But we needed something clearer
We needed something more transparent or evident
Like a cauldron full of carcinogens
Like a container filled with harmful substances
A lung about to live again
A lung about to regain life or breathe again
Or some insatiable insanity momentarily getting the best of me
Or an uncontrollable madness momentarily overtaking me
Left with this and nothing less
Left only with this and nothing more
I can't complain about my current lens
I can't complain about my current perspective or situation
I see what I want to see
I see what I choose to see
But I'm trapped beneath something glistening
But I'm stuck under something shiny or alluring
Looking out for every threat and weaponized flag
Being cautious about every danger and symbol of conflict
We can't await to pay our dues to a kingdom that's brash
We can't wait to fulfill our obligations to a bold and confrontational authority
If I hold my own head when I die
If I grasp my own head when I pass away
Would it be enough to make mama cry
Would it suffice to make my mother cry?
I starved so I could keep my secret stash
I deprived myself to maintain a hidden reserve
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