End Cycle - Ghost Lights

Hanging by a dead thread in this world
Βehind these lacerations there’s a war
Τhere are demons behind my hate, you see I’m growing cold

This is the city of thorns and these nails are gold
So keep digging cause my home is now six feet below

When all that you live for is dead and gone
And you don’t know the answers
You’ll burn it all away just to feel some pleasure

Kill the lights
I’ll let these ghosts crawl through my head
21 guns and counting
I’m letting go from the voices in my head

And now the well has dried up, and all the coins are rusted
Sometimes there’s nothing left to fight for,
Nothing can be reborn from ashes

When all that you live for is dead and gone
And you don’t know the answers
You’ll burn it all away just to feel some pleasure
And now my greatest fear became my reflection
Τhe things I have to hide
Τhe things I need to leave behind

There are things Ι left behind and these ghosts still drag me down
Lower and lower
Welcome to hell