The Golden Ghost lyrics
by Rolo Tomassi
I never fail to let myself fall
I know who’ll stay, I know what will fade
Independence isn’t something to prove
Movements so irresponsible and spineless
Feeding from brittle bodies, laced with diluted excuses
Leaving a trail of infatuation, allured by unsteadiness
And a sense of protection, ignoring but not forgetting this infestation