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"A Ship of Ghosts"
Can you feel it, feel it in your soul
as your sun fades and your clock
slows to a still
Look back over your life reel by
reel to try and understand why its
come to this
Read the leaves and to the winds
scatter the ashes; ascertain which
way they go to try and your shit
somehow graspeth
Why does it go the way that it does
Someone once trying to fathom the
plight of man said...
"We have by the God's been Granted
the Ability of Choosing our own
Paths; the Blessing and the Curse
of Choosing our Destinies, for the
Better or for the Worse,"
But this is our world; it is what it is by
the decisions we've made all...
Collectively
My life affects you and yours affects
me... things I've done will around come
eventually
Things you've done through happenstance
could also into my life creep
So I'll...
Read the leaves and to the winds
scatter the ashes; ascertain which
way they go to try and my shit
somehow graspeth
Why does it go the way that it does
Someone once trying to fathom the
plight of man said...
"We have by the God's been Granted
the Ability of Choosing our own
Paths; the Blessing and the Curse
of Choosing our Destinies, for the
Better or for the Worse,"
I'm a fucking captain of my own ship,
but the tempestuous daemons of the
storms have my soul well-torn
So battle-worn and weathered by the
worst still I fucking push; head down
and into the squall I don't from return
From the depths of the deepest I look
up to see only the faint light of a once
bright sun; deflected and bent now by
the waters that have over me come
Because everything dies in the dark;
in the vaccuous void of the heart that's
become cold and stark
Need to find somewhere to put back
together the fragmented pieces; and
to mend the soul that's been rent by
this life's malignant daemons
So because of this...
A shipping vessel of Ghosts this body
has become; ashes to ashes and dust
to dust we'll all return, but for that day
this life couldn't wait.. so now, into the
mud of the earth I go... returning once
again to where from I once come
as your sun fades and your clock
slows to a still
Look back over your life reel by
reel to try and understand why its
come to this
Read the leaves and to the winds
scatter the ashes; ascertain which
way they go to try and your shit
somehow graspeth
Why does it go the way that it does
Someone once trying to fathom the
plight of man said...
"We have by the God's been Granted
the Ability of Choosing our own
Paths; the Blessing and the Curse
of Choosing our Destinies, for the
Better or for the Worse,"
But this is our world; it is what it is by
the decisions we've made all...
Collectively
My life affects you and yours affects
me... things I've done will around come
eventually
Things you've done through happenstance
could also into my life creep
So I'll...
Read the leaves and to the winds
scatter the ashes; ascertain which
way they go to try and my shit
somehow graspeth
Why does it go the way that it does
Someone once trying to fathom the
plight of man said...
"We have by the God's been Granted
the Ability of Choosing our own
Paths; the Blessing and the Curse
of Choosing our Destinies, for the
Better or for the Worse,"
I'm a fucking captain of my own ship,
but the tempestuous daemons of the
storms have my soul well-torn
So battle-worn and weathered by the
worst still I fucking push; head down
and into the squall I don't from return
From the depths of the deepest I look
up to see only the faint light of a once
bright sun; deflected and bent now by
the waters that have over me come
Because everything dies in the dark;
in the vaccuous void of the heart that's
become cold and stark
Need to find somewhere to put back
together the fragmented pieces; and
to mend the soul that's been rent by
this life's malignant daemons
So because of this...
A shipping vessel of Ghosts this body
has become; ashes to ashes and dust
to dust we'll all return, but for that day
this life couldn't wait.. so now, into the
mud of the earth I go... returning once
again to where from I once come
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