A Sequence Of Ghosts Chasing Shadows
Lord, Lord, I can't make this fig tree wither
I can't make these mountain be thrown into the sea
I can't do this on my own
My flesh is weak
I will devour everything
The trend is nothing new to me
Lord fill me with something real
The shadows have kept me captive
They've kept me wanting so much more
Lord, Lord, I can't make this fig tree wither
I can't make these mountain be thrown into the sea
I can't do this on my own
This love i cherished has
Made my lungs gasp for a breathe
Your a liar your a fake
Lord fill me with something real these shadows have kept me captive
They've kept me wanting so much more
We are we are the ones who walk alone
We are we are chasing shadows
