Hail the Ghost - Nostalgia | Текст песни

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• Hail the Ghost
• Nostalgia

Creeping comfort I need to feel
Flood through my eyes
Like a soldier on the battlefield
Who fights or he dies
I edge myself just another inch
Towards what I believe
You can hold your bated breath
Go blind and see

Shoot the cynic that wakes in you
Don't suffer pain (?)
Run little patriot
That can't take what's free

Old man with the spear in the crowsnest
Two-faced turns away
They're holding the butterfly down but
He's at peace, he's drowning
He's at peace, he's drowning it

Nostalgia ...