Draw the blade across the cold dirt floor
Sing a death song, you’ll be gone before long
Scar your skin with a shard of time
Nothing will help you, its all in your mind
Selling your shoes to pay for a smile
Leave empty pockets to dry in the sun
When everyday left is one left behind
Nothing will help you, all in good time
Can’t you see it's all gotta change?
Ya takin ya time but can’t decide when
Leave it alone or out to justify your friends
Nothing can help you, its all in the breeze.
credits
from Ghost Of The Sun,
released January 9, 2012
Written and performed by: Bricknell, Garrett, Strothard