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Phantom hands trace my skin

I'm counting ribs to sleep again

The weary paths are warm below

Faraway clouds dappled with snow

From a distance, you know

Those roads are aglow

Do you wish you’d taken the time to catch your breath?

To wave goodbye to all you had left?

I'm walking blind through countless threads

Trying to find the end of dread

If I stop for a second

I just exist in meaningless days

Is this all there is?

Fragments of tormented hosts

Singing songs to forlorn ghosts

Fragments of tormented hosts

Singing songs to forlorn

Fragments of tormented hosts

Singing songs to forlorn ghosts

That never wanted to come back home