Smoke is the Ghost of Fire Lyrics

by Ilsa

in foul language I can't remember a stranger voice I'd never heard bellowing curses I found I could speak spell foul fearsome

oaths flowed up from my bowels broken words dismantled at the root to colorfully float in unseen breeze creeping unnoticed

til caught in a brilliant blade sliding across our ceiling each word rose comically above my head for all who passed to read

and laugh milking misery I coughed caustic lines into toxic clouds dissolving atmosphere poisoning the air with my disease

wheezing puts to coat each word that escaped me dragged through basements and barrooms beer-soaked floors from my

four-post bed my wicked madness spread age sounds it's heavy toll in tireless fatigue no night's sleep can quench and disease

creeps disease creeps through muscles and veins into harried knotted brains only 1,000 pinpricks could bring me to my senses

1,000 pinpricks to bring me to my senses