Banshee

A restless ghost that hasn't let me sleep a single night

Possessed my thoughts and told me everything would be alright

I watched my world crumble in front of me

In front of me

Collect composure, gather every single thought

Expecting every hopeful tragedy

Whether or not I invite the sweet depths of dispair

While the victim tells myself when there's nostalgia in the air

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Leave me to my suffering)

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Fall victim to anything)

Is this really what I most deserve?

Left to run without my final words

In this house where all my demons pace

I still could never leave this place

I still could never leave this place

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Leave me to my suffering)

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Fall victim to anything)

I can feel something flowing through the air

It has such a strange nostalgia that no human here could bear

Erase my thoughts, take the air from my lungs

My heartbeat is fading slowly

Oooh

They rinse it down, what's left of me

They rinse it down, what's left of me

Run

Run from here as fast as you can

Run

When the path is clear the outcome will be deafening

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Leave me to my suffering)

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

(Fall victim to anything)