breathe me in, i am the ghost of better past lingering deep down, south of here, where we know his face, but not the name of a brother drowned in his last years, have you been skipping stones across the lake ablaze, for your own damn sake, open wide, it's this taste we've all been tasting in our tongues and in our minds, and take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds, you've been buried underneath our world, with all your selfish doubt, feel the heat dripping from our dirty tongues, gathering flames now, just last year we felt the hell of a sneaky spark, let it burn us to the ground, there's a hole in all there is to see in these waking days, and it's all fake, open wide, the taste we've all been tasting in our tongues and in our minds, and take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds, you've been buried underneath our world, with all your selfish doubt, by the time you turn the clocks all back, you'll be covered in all the leaves, it's a shame you didn't look around, oh, all the things you'd see, defeat the low
