Franklin from Tom Hanks by Light Black

It's sickening, the sounds we make.
When our goddamn hearts, they break.
Silence could be more...
Deafening! at least to me...

I hear the ghostly echos,
I've seen the devil shine through you at night.
It looks an awful lot like me.
It must be hard...

It must be hard,
to make your decisions through somebody else.
(or so I think!)
We seem to hold onto anything,
that we can get a hold onto.

I imagine the walls sinking down.
Decades spent pushing them down,
deep inside.
I'd imagine it'd be somewhere to hide?

I hear the ghostly figures,
formulating their echoes.
Let my tombstone be unmarked,
the ground untouched.
It's okay... It's okay.

(There's not much mystery anymore...
There's not much mystery anymore...
There's not much mystery anymore...
There's not much mystery anymore...
There's not much mystery anymore...
There's not much mystery anymore...)

• Experimental
• screamo
• United States