Petit Grimoire

I am no thing I am no one Come to my mouth Come to my tongue I am your girl I am your son Come to my house Come to my lung Come to my house Come to my mouth Come to my tongue

Now you see why I’m not scared to die I saw a vision of an angel of the World lay down and die The earth is full of ghosts now Ghosts that sweat and ghosts that cry Instead of peace just stop and cease A final end, a sweet release

The language of love is the language of liars The flames of all love become funeral pyres Smoke gets in your eyes and grown men cry I see young men led to an early Grave and old men pray to die The earth is full of ghosts now Ghosts that sweat and ghosts that cry Instead of peace just stop and cease A final end, a sweet release

The shipwreck to the shore From the client to the whore From the shadow to the sun From the bullet to the gun The earth is full of ghosts now Ghosts that sweat and ghosts that cry Instead of peace just stop and cease A final end, a sweet release