James Mckenna - UnÂme Lyrics

And you slip into cowardice
And the flame sips on our revenge
And you forgot to put out your cigarette
The world burns and out of it
Truth emerges from the smoke
You're a hypocrite you're a ghost
Theres a strange calmness late nights in the morning
When the birds have not yet spoke but their eyes are clearly awoke
Before the flame burns down your eyelids
And travels across over the wet moss
To shine upon the horizon
The trees are ignited
Leaves on fire
Naturalism seemingly departed
What the f*ck are you?
The f*ck are you?
I'm a ghost
Of everything I feared
I'd become
I am a failure
I'm the ghost
At what is the most