And on this casket's back sits a little lonely ghost.
He misses his old lungs and wishes he had his throat,
t's going to fade, yeah it will fade,
And the darkness will take it's place.
It's going to come, yeah it will come.
So I'm grateful for this, this consciousness oasis
That paints the darkest carpet with a sudden streak of white.
I will swallow it whole, I'm going to run,
Yeah, I will run until my body breaks down.
I'm filling up, yeah fill me up.
Don't look back: you'll turn to salt.
So just march on, let moments melt.
And I'll never piss that away.
Let's be loud, let's love, let's make some sound!