Ghostlimb

Lyrics to Laughter



as simple as this all may seem

the doctrines and constructs work more easily

when clinging to the vestiges

of youth, or familial obligation

a search for truth, through a blurry xeroxed repetition

a bitter ruse of heavenly competition

remember everyday, when you wake up

you're the product of, flesh and blood

so don't cry, there's no hell when you die