The youngest son is raised

He walks with a fire in his eyes

And acquires certain tasteI′m growing older with age

Turns out I'm ready to leave

But a part of me will stay

Always yours

It′s a shame how now we get along

When I'm already gone

I'm the haunting ghost

I′m the old familiar feeling

That you get when you are all alone

(Pray He lets me stay)

When the walls seem ever so respiratory

I′m telling stories to keep you at peace

The mother of this skin I own is alone

This phantom tomb

Whis empty womb

My sempiternal attitude towards you

Smiles from the attic

And sneers from the basement

(I'm lost)

The tone is placebo

No room for us here

For replacement

Counteract

We connect

With the flickering of lights

The overwhelming subtle sounds

Heard throughout the night

I′m the haunting ghost

I think we both know

I'm better off on my own

I′m growing older with age

Turns out that I'm the poison

You found lying down

Without the antidote to keep me close

So wipe your bloodshot eyes

This world clipped my wings

So you gave me yours to fly

The youngest son is raised

He walks with a fire in his eyes

And acquires certain taste

But a part of me will stay