These fucking ghosts are laughing at me, Their teeth behind the plaster wall. Black mould learning every corner, Feeding where your picture falls. Something took root beneath my ribs, And called my hollow frame a home. Now my lungs breathe borrowed weather I cannot tell if I'm alone. A dead heart dragging through tomorrow, A listless soul dressed up as skin. The house keeps letting something through, And I don't remember letting you in. You never came as smoke or shadow, You never whispered from the dark. You climbed inside me full of grave soil, With churchyard mud still on your heart. It wasn't the thorns that made me bleed It was holding on too long, too deep! It wasn't the thorns that made me cry It was watching something beautiful decide to die! You were never just a memory... You're the corpse who learned to breathe in me. Every loss demands an altar And grief became the god I feed. You don't knock. You sit right on the edge of my bed, The mattress bending under weight That shouldn't live inside the dead. Boots still wearing half the churchyard, Wet earth drying on the floor. I leave the windows open nightly, Hoping plague can find the door. The neighbours ask about the stains; I tell them bleach will make them fade. Morning proves me wrong again The mould remembers where you stayed. I thought that mourning was a silence, Until it learned the way to breathe. Now every room repeats my prayers Before I think to speak. [full band, high energy, gritty vocals] It wasn't the thorns that made me bleed It was holding on too long, too deep! It wasn't the thorns that made me cry It was watching something beautiful decide to die! You were never just a memory... You're the corpse who learned to breathe in me. Every loss demands an altar And grief became the god I fear. Who eats the sins Of the man who buries grief? Who blesses the mouth That feeds the dead? I've swallowed every piece you left me: Bread. Ale. Ash. Led. Now every voice inside this house Wears my face and speaks your thread. I built a temple, prayer by unanswered prayer And found a god kneeling there Face the silent scream! A rasp A roar of air! NO SHADOW LEFT UPON THE WALL! Only the space Where breathing Used to live! It wasn't the thorns that made me bleed It was believing beauty couldn't wound! It wasn't the thorns that made me cry It was finding every grave still had room! You are not a memory. You're the altar. You're the priest. You're the mouth that learned my name And every time I try to bury you, You come back home... hungry again (Mmm-mmm) hungry again
