Abraham set out to kill his own son Was it a quest or confession Of a man come undone My father would never have loaded his gun Yeah His gun Hey! My Lilly she came in a dream in a veil We'd talk forever about a stone-cold well The devil takes all that is precious to me Yeah Yeah to me Yeah Oh, these ghosts! How they walk through my walls Oh, how the run down my streets! In the dead of the night They unravel my heart And it pulls me at the seams The girl that I loved grew up raising the ghosts She likes the shadows That darken my soul My soul Oh, these ghosts! How they walk through my walls Oh, how they run down my street! In the dead of the night They unravel my heart And it pulls me at the seams The seams Abraham set out to kill his own son