Haunted soul, walking slow through fog and smoke Tryna mark the longitude and latitude of all she wrote Trying to trace an image from a memory of love and peace Suddenly forgetting all the pain that’s hiding underneath I’m coming home, chasing demons from another place Opening my eyes & I’m uncovering a sunken space Divorced itself from space and time/ get rearranged then crushed again Racing to forget the past, like we are James Sunderland Feel the pain coming in, rushing to remind us Everything we’ve done is smothering and cutting through our blinders A city or a mind place/ so pretty covered in grime No assumptions we move blind/ every crime making us irate/ A personal hell fitted for maximum discomfort Distracted from his sins/ til it actually hits tougher Like being stabbed in the ribs/ fearless you’re spiritually dead Gotta try new angles to fix your pyramid head I wade through the smoke and the fog/ I hopelessly pray that hope isn’t lost Submerged in the pain that we know is the cause Wish I could take my journey and show it to god Rebirth no more holding it long I flow with the blood, that’s controlling the song I wade through the smoke and the fog/ I hopelessly pray that hope isn’t lost