Ghost Atlas - Womb of a Wounded Host

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Transmission interrupting an evening with a pretty ghost
A premature beauty clawing the womb of its wounded host
And I thought the worst of it was over, is it over?
And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise
When that light has all but died
Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
Something else inside
I awaken to a blinding light and sordid aroma
Mirroring these blank pale walls, I induce my daily coma
And I thought the hurt was finally over, is it over?
And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise
When that light has all but died
Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
Something else inside
When that light has all but died
Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
Something else; inside your aching heart
Your faith is slipping, your faith is slipping
You miss feeling alive instead
Feeling alive instead, feeling alive instead of empty
When that light has all but died
Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
Something else inside
When that light has all but died
Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
Something else inside