The Ghost of My Cough Lyrics

Exhale your own death from your lungs

Once a vital source for creating life

Now a sentence to the eternal grave

In this world where we are but mice

Obelisks tunnelling through the sky

Holes torn in the sphere of our minds

Fires burn within our eyes

As we fall and leave broken bodies behind

The empty lives of ones we called gods

Bent on nothing but a profit margin

Is this the price we pay for another price?

A profit for a prophet with a doomsday device

I give no forgiveness to you who grind the thought

That we obey you while our black blood is drying up

I will not stand here and let you preach your creed

Before this madness ends it's us who'll make you bleed

You make us choke and gasp for air

Just to get one last breath so that we might live

You've wrought nothing but despair

Now death is all that I've got left to give

Revolution

Revolution

Revolution

Revolution

It is worth dying for if I could strike you down

Burn all you stand for, watch your idea drown

For if this occurs then bet that I'll be back

A life for a life drenched in the earthen black

You are the only ones who should not be kept alive

You block our kind and all for which we strive

We would be so much better off if you did not exist

But no matter what we do you continue to persist

I swear to the universe that for as long as I'm not dead

You all will wish that you were instead

And then even after I have perished

I'll haunt your palaces and raze all that your cherish

I'll follow you into the farthest reaches of the Earth

Incorporeal and destined for rebirth

Climb to the mountain top that I might push you off

I'll haunt you day and night as the ghost of my cough