Ghost Stories — текст песни (Lawrence Arms)

raindrops fell without rage eyes half-closed skin like dark gray metal inanimate and cold. another flame to my face the smell of sulfur lingering away. you`re here for the perforation of the heart. precise incisions; anesthetic dreams. it`s broken like a ticking watch that need repairs shattered glass, exposed face, waiting to be wound. wounded like a friend of mine who eased his pain by killing not letting it kill him. when you wake up you won`t remember anything. but that night the ghosts wailed in the windstorm. cries sharp like a crescent moon a sickle grazed against the skin my breath fogged up the window so i let the night breathe in. i let the ghosts into my room and listened to their screams incessant whisperings singing like music to my ears a flash of life like lightning electric blinding blue reminded me of me.