Signal all my ghosts
Show them all they're creating
Sticks and thrones, brick and bone
And I'll become the host
Living just to erase it
Thick and thin wherever I've been
Fingers worked to bone
Each day demanding more
Fingers worked to bone
Each day demanding more
Fingers worked to bone
Each day demanding more
A well that won't run dry
But for the desert of my sight
Reveals to me it's ankle deep
Thirsting instincts high
Awaken the lion of my pride
Steal away face to face
Wring out my mind of feeling
Waiting out time to give in
Wring out my mind of feeling
Waiting out time to give in
Wring out my mind of feeling
Wring out my mind
Wring out my mind of feeling
Waiting out time to give in
Wring out my mind
Wring out my mind
Wring out my mind of feeling
Wring out my mind of feel