In the Urn ft. Mitchell Martin of Boxghost Lyrics

I wake up in a cold bed

That I do not want to remember

A stranger staring back at me in the mirror

With lifeless vacant eyes

I live with ghosts and the deceased

What is real? Can anybody tell me?

I swear she speaks her sweet nothings in my ear

Pictures are becoming ever more unclear

I anticipate her as I draw near

It is not the end I fear

Bring me to my goddess and I will forgive

Soon I won't know to have the will to live

There is space in the urn

Don't know where to turn

There is space in the urn

Don't know where to turn

I'm confused and tired, fingers worn to the bone

I don't choose the liar, wielder of the sword in stone

He has a power that I no longer possess…

Everything is faded, distorted, mixed up and blurry

Whispers of a past future present life come down in a hurry

Time doesn't govern here

Everything is so unclear

Which way is up?

It's too late to learn

Can't discern

Where to turn

Does it burn?

There is space in the urn

Bring me to my goddess and I will forgive

Soon I won't know to have the will to live

There is space in the urn

Don't know where to turn

There is space in the urn

Don't know where to turn