ist - King Martha - Released 2005
Haunted
The question forms upon your lips
May I please take my time to answer
A tongue like mine deserves to trip
This honesty is like a cancer
For though it makes no sense at all
With static coating every phrase
Your shadow flickers still upon my wall
And I am haunted all my days
There’s something rotten in my gut
Must be the secrets that I swallowed
The fantasy ifs, ands and buts
That kept my heart fixed on tomorrow
For though it makes no sense at all
We let the cards fall where they may
I find that I am not ashamed to crawl
Though I be haunted all my days
And though your ghost might make me weep
I welcome each and every spasm
Nothing you stole can be replaced by sleep
Or by the absence of orgasm
And though it makes no sense at all
Now there is no hell left to raise
It wasn’t pride that came before my fall
And I am haunted all my days
I am haunted all my days
I am haunted all my days
(c) 2005 ist
Lyrics: Hall Music: Hall/Haynes/McCourt
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