Testo: Ghost Of A Thousand. New Hopes, New Demonstrations. Canyons Of Static.

Those marks around your neck, They're not letting your body go, I know its crawling through your fucking body, We know we've gotta let it go. My love, my skin is getting thicker, my lung, my heart is getting blacker. Cancer towers ahead and it's not letting your body go, there's no escape or release or reform, we know we've gotta let it go. My love, my skin is getting thicker, my lung, my heart is getting blacker. You know I walk like you, talk like a good son should. You know I scream like you, scream as a good boy should, to let a good thing go. It's over. I've got a feeling daddy I don't know, what I've started, what I need. Let it go kid, it's over. It's over.