what will i blend into?
will it change every piece of me?
will it burn?
will it feed?
will I drown?
will I feel?
I saw you washed out on the floor with your machines
trying to reset possibilities between here, now and the spirit realm
I'll take your place where you left off
hoping the configuration is still the same
and we might be like we used to
Air into blood makes system 2 react again
with the stress of every particle I know in reverberation
I'm still in disbelief it works as it was
but I'll throw myself through any piece of machinery for you...
what will I blend into?
will I change?
will It burn?
will it eat?
will it drown
every piece of me?
will i feel?
Right now,
the only thing in my head is becoming a ghost
Right now,
the only thing that I fear is becoming a ghost
Right now,
the only thing that I need is someone else
Right now,
the only thing that I need is someone else
They harbor ghosts in parallel
one way to see the end of the world
they harbor ghosts like us
who can't bear the weight of the real
they harbor ghosts...
they harbor ghosts...
now or the outskirts of oblivion
where I might change my ways