Ghost Kids - Please; God

Salt your windows and salt your doors A possession that we’ve never seen before We’ve got all night to get this right I’m so sorry Taste the ink that’s drawing me My hands are shaking First mistake rework my tastes Lest there be lions in the den So much for a glorious exit Let the fucking ceilings cave in Ceilings cave in, fuck Watch my tongue Watch my fucking tongue I need to speak in time and in this sordid language We’re on the big screen now boys Now watch me set them straight Remove our tongues with e