Occult Delight

I see myself in somber streets
Illustrations drawn
Reflections in the halls of history
I see our foes as shattered glass
And how i long to fade in
The promises we made

We are the ghosts in your town
We’re making plans in our rooms
We’re drawing lines on our hands
We’re digging holes in your town

For every first there’s a last time
Occult delight

Oh what a proud sensation as this!
When a heart turns into a fist

Oh my child
We are the I