If I had the kind of bones Could take the weight of broken skulls Then I'd drag this carcass home And if I had the kind of blood Could breathe the sludge of oily lungs Then I'd raise my head to speak In poison tongues Inside a dream of all yr fears All the ways they'll cut you down My empty heart awakes/awaits One day you'll catch the look That's carved into my eyes Beneath our haunted skins There's nothing left to die So I became the king of hosts A halfway house for heavy ghosts In a haze of fog and smoke They say the light inside has gone And left the strains of sad old songs And I guess my teeth grow long As time moves on.