Courrier Paper Ghost
Today I would learn
The art of leaving earth
The calculus of sin
And salvation
The war I waged with death
Tas far above my head
The winds of Heaven met
The gates of Hell
The angels sang eternally
While the demons were encouraging
All that was inside of me
To give up hope
This is how it feels
This is how it feels
You were standing there
Running a brush through your blonde hair
Unconcerned with the affair
Because you had faith
But I wish it came so easily
To a boy afraid of everything
But this felt like an awakening
It felt so free
This is how it feels
This is how it feels
This is how it feels, this is how it feels
When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering
When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain
When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day
When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing
For thy mortal self shall die
But from the grave we will arise
And death will be described as a
Paper ghost