Haunted Skins

If I had the kind of bones

Could take the weight of broken skulls

Then I'd drag this carcass home

And if I had the kind of blood

Could breathe the sludge of oily lungs

Then I'd raise my head to speak

In poison tongues

Inside a dream of all yr fears

all the ways they'll cut you down

My empty heart awakes/awaits

One day you'll catch the look

That's carved into my eyes

Beneath our haunted skins

There's nothing left to die

So I became the king of hosts

A halfway house for heavy ghosts

In a haze of fog and smoke

They say the light inside has gone

And left the strains of sad old songs

And I guess my teeth grow long

As time moves on.