Letras:
Anatomy Of A Ghost Evanesce

Rewrite the book chapter three is empty pure white and hidden in the shadows one voice moving lips are absent whispers design for the future twisting

The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills The ticking clock spins out of control Erosion claims the monuments Wires rust sets the ghost

?s ours the headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation offering reassurance we were right take it back down this is me hanging from a nail, missing

fall we woke up on the day before we were handed the open book (chamber clicks pin breaks the shell) when hands fell from mid face to block our eyes from sore seeing more fingers make a

Bridges tremble behind us they are falling we?ve been sent home for so far bringing us from them but the road we go won?t be far we?ll save this day