The Ghosts of the Merry Widows

I'll be your ghost. I'll be the reason why you wake up in The night, covered in blood own. I'll be your fall. I'll be the band-aids on your knees. I'll be the soul of late nights you never Score. I'll match your pulse and keep you bothering Me. I'm sorry, I'm a fool. I'll be the fall so you can be my Princess. I'll follow then we see what Comes next. We ditch and the rest Before us, the rest before us. We are one. And the rest before us, The rest before us. We are One. We Are One. We We are never the coast crossed This the Will sea make us turn We are our own This life pretty in We are the ghosts Of the many years Impossible Throwing us out of this and that We don't Need yours anyway We charge stronger than a bull Here comes the storm Here comes the motherfucking Storm This time is ours This time is O-U-R-S This time is cold But we've got Fire in our chests And we ask before Us We ask before us We Ask before us And we release before us Release before us And we are gone We'll be our Own