haven't you heard these hills are haunted?
haven't you seen her appear?
haven't you heard of the departed?
somebody else is out here
there's something in the woods, i realized that i could hardly stand
to you, i wonder, where do i draw the line?
this is all wrong, no, this is different, I've become a lesser man
to you, i wonder, where do i draw the line?
my mouth is filling up with moon blood but i think everything is fine
trapped in adjacent time, we have been suspened by our bootstraps
kicking, screaming, dangling our feet over swallowed light
what a life