Phantoms

What events shaped the noose I’m in
Was it a matter of pride
Or question of my sin
And I’m choking on the feathers
From the wings of your devils may care
And I’ll personalize my afterlife and you’ll be there

And on me the phantoms feed
Through crucifixion street
My heart draws torment from thy rosy cheek
All night long
And as my planchet wounds begin to creep
I will sleep no more
I will sleep no more

And are my wounds really healed
Or are they easier to bear
Have I grown out of the shadows
Or become accustomed to my own despair
And I’ll personalize my afterlife and you’ll be there

And on me the phantoms feed
Through crucifixion street
My heart draws torment from thy rosy cheek
All night long
And as my planchet wounds begin to creep
I will sleep no more
I will sleep no more

And I’m still strapped fast in your graves grasp
As I invert your heart shaped hourglass
And all final curtains have a tear
When you reach the heavens
By the darkened stair
And I’ll personalize my afterlife and you’ll be there

And on me the phantoms feed
Through crucifixion street
My heart draws torment from thy rosy cheek
All night long
And as my planchet wounds begin to creep
I will sleep no more
I will sleep no more