The Wraith Song

Getting over the fragrance
 Getting over the taste
 I'll meet you down in the ashes baby
 We'll sanitize every trace
 When they killed the transmission
 Rubbed out the vision
 Held out the darkest hand
 You're just a wraith with no home
 An apparition in chrome
 A meditation on flames
 True deviation
 Paranoid from the peril
 Anesthetized from the spark
 The cold comfort of hesitation
 The neon glow from your scars
 When they killed the transmission
 Rubbed out the vision
 Held out the darkest hand
 You're just a wraith with no home
 An apparition in chrome
 A meditation on flames
 No expiration
 She built the maze, such artistry
 She kept you fed, but never free
 A masquerade, her policy
 You ought to know by now
 You're just a wraith with no home
 An apparition in chrome
 A meditation on flames
 A sentiment with no name
 Its just the feeling this cannot be the end