Gods are ghosts

A breath to raise you from the dead

Gods are ghosts
In a sea of my regret, i erase but can't forget
The lines recede to memories that speak
Through the hours we'll save a breathe to raise you from the dead
Move your way this side again in arms of much regret
And you choose to walk this out
And you choose to walk this out through silent heat,
This city as it sleeps
Through the hours we'll save a breathe to raise you from the dead
Move your way this side again in arms of much regret
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