Assemblage 23

I hear the breath of ghosts
Hiding behind the wind
Like an icy choir exhaling
A promise to rescind
I hear the breath of ghosts
Escaping from their lungs
Calling forth the names of those
That took away their tongues
CHORUS:
A temporary permanence
A fortress of onionskin
With motives so transparent
With no means to an end
I feel the breath of ghosts
Like fingers on my skin
Tracing senseless patterns
Revealing nothing in the end
I hear the breath of ghosts
Whisper in my ear
With every drooling syllable
It preys upon my fear