The Heart's Descent Lyrics & Chords By Lizards Have Personalities

Poem: Charles Baudelaire - Le Jet d'eau*
I can hear the phantoms in the walls.
They whisper: "We've got you right where we want you.
We are the ghosts of every time you thought that you were happy.
You had life figured out? Yeah fucking right.
We are the phantoms of your past.
We'll haunt you 'till the day you die.
Your last thoughts will be of how you failed yourself not how you tried."
And now I'm, I'm tired.
My last words:
I'm not a mind reader but I can tell by the silence
Whats going to come right off your tongue.
So spare your precious breath, love, and mock my broken heart.
Just walk away and leave your phantoms here to stay until the day I die.
I've grown tired.
I give up. Dig my grave.
Hell, I welcome the worms to feast.
I give up. Don't save me.
Maybe these ghosts won't follow me.
(I've grown tired.)