Chasing Ghosts (Acoustic) Lyrics by VIOLENT VIRA
Bring all the sinners to me
I will tear out my limbs for your feast
I promise the bleeding is fine
Let my body fill bottles of wine
Rotting, I’m wasting my youth
Laying down like the child I knew
Saccharine, always saccharine
There’s a war in my head
That you can’t comprehend
Saccharine, always saccharine
There’s a war
Die!
A war
And it’s all opulence
Oh, wisteria
Like an angel to the sun
Bring it on, my hysteria
Load it in the barrel of a gun
Saccharine, always saccharine
There’s a war in my head
That you can’t comprehend
Saccharine, holy saccharine
There’s a war
Saccharine, holy saccharine
There’s a war in my head
Don’t think you wanna pretend
Saccharine, holy saccharine
There’s a war
Die!
