Sour Sounds

The youngest son is raised
 He walks with a fire in his eyes
 And acquires certain taste
 I'm growing older with age
 Turns out I'm ready to leave
 But a part of me will stay
 Always yours
 It's a shame how now we get along
 When I'm already gone
 I'm the haunting ghost
 I'm the old familiar feeling
 That you get when you are all alone
 (Pray He lets me stay)
 When the walls seem ever so respiratory
 I'm telling stories to keep you at peace
 The mother of this skin I own is alone
 This phantom tomb
 Whis empty womb
 My sempiternal attitude towards you
 Smiles from the attic
 And sneers from the basement
 (I'm lost)
 The tone is placebo
 No room for us here
 For replacement
 Counteract
 We connect
 With the flickering of lights
 The overwhelming subtle sounds
 Heard throughout the night
 I'm the haunting ghost
 I think we both know
 I'm better off on my own
 I'm growing older with age
 Turns out that I'm the poison
 You found lying down
 Without the antidote to keep me close
 So wipe your bloodshot eyes
 This world clipped my wings
 So you gave me yours to fly
 The youngest son is raised
 He walks with a fire in his eyes
 And acquires certain taste
 But a part of me will stay