Ghost walking through a hollow skull All around me is bleached and dull How come all these small incisions Have an appetite so vicious? Let go into nothing I can tell the colors are smudged Would you describe the view? ‘Cause my eyelids won’t budge These fingertips are covered in dust Can’t you tell I’m an angel? Virtuous divine in greyscale Let go into nothing I can tell the colors are smudged Would you describe the view? ‘Cause my eyelids won’t budge Fuck! A monument to all the things in this world I crave It ain’t fucking called “being brave” It’s a vision, It’s a prison How can what is divine be so fucking vicious? Can you tell I’m an angel? Can you tell I’m an angel? Can you tell I’m an angel? Can you tell I’m an angel? Let go into nothing I can tell the colors are smudged Would you describe the view? ‘Cause my eyelids won’t budge Let go into nothing I can tell the colors are smudged Would you describe the view? ‘Cause my eyelids won’t budge