Small Skeletal - Crime In Stereo

As they laid my bones down at the crossroads

I saw my ghost sell my soul

To the inferno, for petrol to get home

Now each day I sink a bit faster into my father’s fate

Four packs a day, four decades straight

Right to an unmarked grave

I used to think it would sleep

As I laid my cross down at the bones beneath my feet

She came

The face of a saint, the voice of a symphony

She says, «The future will be devoid of weaknesses.»

Free cigarettes for all the kids to make small skeletons

I used to think it would sleep

I used to think as I aged with time

That it would shut it’s eyes and just let me go

Then I’d seen it’s designs

To kill and hide deceitfully inside my skin

And I’ve been hunting it ever since