As this home of ghost talks
I asks who am I to love me 
I’ve become the melancholy victim withering away 

With in the act of solitude 
I forget to move my bones 
Love is gone without hope 
Clinging memories of false pretence 
I begin to swallow away the ocean 
Like the virus inside the hand of god
I’m death without love

For silence is a blessing 
In the memories of death it’s cold 
Slander the name of God 
We have all became cold 
In the battle of the mind we’re all lose