Ghostchant

Sever your relation to
Those who are dependent on
Breathing the obvious in
It only turns your lips blue.
Turns your lips blue.
Unfastens inspiration from your throat

No one around so you
slash pretty skin.
You told me they drove you to it

How many times
Do I have to turn the switch
to warn you about jumping
In the back of the cars

They cut the tendon
So you'd be to wasted to hold it all

No one around so you
slash pretty skin.
You told me they drove you to it

How many times have you woken up in a strangers arms
covered in the gasoline as they hover above you
with the match they ignite.