I am just a ghost
I hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls

It feels like there's something in the walls
Who'd sew theirs back?
I'm slowly thinking
Of switching your head, with my body
They're two mouths to feed

And we can start these days the same
It takes the pain away
With veins in tantric change
You think I'm rested

Rolled dead across the table

What if right now, these heads
And yes we'll try

I am more shot than you know
When veins in tantric change
No traffic in my eyes

No traffic in these eyes
To stomp the days away
There's no end

I know you want it, to feel control
Comfort me on the floor with these bones
It's slow pumping through my legs
We'll try to carry on
Can you separate it?