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)