The restless ghost that hasn't let me sleep a single night

Possessed my thoughts and told me everything would be alright

I watched my world crumble in front of me

In front of me

Collect composure

Gather every single thought

Expect inevitable tragedy whether or not

I invite the sweet depths of despair

I’m a victim to myself when there's nostalgia in the air

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Leave me to my suffering

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Fall victim to anything

Is this really what I most deserve?

Left to rot without my final words?

In this house where all my demons (?)

My soul could never leave this place

My soul could never leave this place

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Leave me to my suffering

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Fall victim to anything

I can feel something floating through the air

It has such a strange nostalgia that no human here could bear

Race my thoughts

Take the air from my lungs

My heartbeat is fading slowly

There isn't that much left of me

There isn’t that much left of me

Run

Run from here as fast as you can

Run

When the banshee screams the outcome will be deafening

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Leave me to my suffering

Now my nostalgia gets the best of me

Fall victim to anything