Missile Society - Ghost Hunting

I'm so cold
I'm sick with desperation, in this freezing tomb; a memory of death
I'm choking
On dreams and aspirations
Left to rot just like this godforsaken hellhole I repressed

I'm so lost, I can't remember a thing
My lack of blood has left me unable to feel my skin
And I am so far from anyone who could hear my quiet pleas
A whispered scream: "Can anyone help me?"

Maybe we're all gone
Climbing from these coffins, waiting for the dawn
Or waiting for the worst day
Waiting for a happy night in hell
Maybe I can believe, maybe you can believe
Maybe we can both believe

And I, will never know how far my ghost chose to go
And I can never know what's left of a life that passed so long ago
Till your heartbeat can't make a sound
Run till regrets are a faint background
Lose all your sense in the misery
And lay just a phantom of who I used to be

Written by:
Steph Fabiani

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