| In my youth the ghost stepped through me, and life was never quite the same | |
| A new dark truth, a cursed recluse, left choking on the bitter shame | |
| I force it down, down, down to the bottom of my soul but i still can't hide | |
| Superstition takes control and leaves me numb and paralyzed and now i realize | |
| Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning | |
| Lures me in and then devours me | |
| This old ghost erodes what i once called my life | |
| Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light | |
| Hexed and blind in the dust of life, the shadows stretching over me | |
| The mirror stares back, eyes stained black, the sun my mortal enemy | |
| Screaming why, why, why the ghost she never seems to say | |
| Paranois burns my soul and now there's nothing left to take, there's nothing left to take | |
| Something hallowed about this blackened beckoning | |
| Lures me in and then devours me | |
| This old ghost erodes what i once called my life | |
| Smell the smoke as i burn in the blinding light | |
| Burn me alive in the blinding light |