It Takes an Angel to Make a Ghost

All I do everyday is wake up
Wake up and lick the frost off my dreams
I think it's maybe the best thing I do
Work my tongue on a forgotten dream

The wings of the night are beautiful things
But they're beautiful things only when they flap
They're only dusty feathers in the morning
And everyday's an unborn phoenix in a trap

At night I try to sleep but I don't sleep
Cause that's when the ghosts are comin' out
You know there's a ghost behind every little thing
Looming

Brave men are broken nightly in their beds
In a desert of useless moonlight
There's a howling emptiness gnawing through
their mattress and their head
Off the ceiling drips the blood of a forgotten god

A bed full of blood is where they sleep
Full of sweat, full of cum, full of tears
Cause we were born there,
we fuck there and that's where we'll die too
So why even get out from under the sheets

At night I try to sleep but I don't sleep
Cause that's when the ghosts are comin' out
You know there's a ghost behind every little thing
Looming, inhaling when you exhale
Opening his eyes when you close yours
But it takes an angel to make a ghost, you know
It takes an angel to make a ghost