Breathing in the static, drowning in the hum, The weight of what I’m hiding makes me come undone. There’s a voice in the walls, humming lullabies, It tastes like sorrow but it feels like mine. Fingers trace the cracks inside my head, I see the ghost of me I thought was dead. They linger, whisper secrets I can’t hear, A shadow wrapped around my fear. It’s the ghost in my skin, Dragging me where I’ve been. Every tear, every sin, It’s carved out deep within. I can’t escape, I can’t let go, The ghost in my skin is all I know. Silent screams, they echo in my chest, A haunting melody I’ve tried to forget. There’s no light, but I’m not blind, The monster’s voice sounds just like mine. Fingers trace the cracks inside my head, I see the ghost of me I thought was dead. They linger, whisper secrets I can’t hear, A shadow wrapped around my fear. It’s the ghost in my skin, Dragging me where I’ve been. Every tear, every sin, It’s carved out deep within. I can’t escape, I can’t let go, The ghost in my skin is all I know. It’s heavy, I’m breaking, But I’m still awake. It’s poison, it’s aching, I feel the cracks take shape. If I let it in, will it break me apart? Or is this ghost the truest part of my heart? The ghost in my skin, it’s still holding tight, A part of me that lives in the quiet of the night. Every tear, every sin, The ghost in my skin… is where I begin.
Breathing in the static, drowning in the hum,
The weight of what I’m hiding makes me come undone.
There’s a voice in the walls, humming lullabies,
It tastes like sorrow but it feels like mine.
Fingers trace the cracks inside my head,
I see the ghost of me I thought was dead.
They linger, whisper secrets I can’t hear,
A shadow wrapped around my fear.
It’s the ghost in my skin,
Dragging me where I’ve been.
Every tear, every sin,
It’s carved out deep within.
I can’t escape, I can’t let go,
The ghost in my skin is all I know.
Silent screams, they echo in my chest,
A haunting melody I’ve tried to forget.
There’s no light, but I’m not blind,
The monster’s voice sounds just like mine.
Fingers trace the cracks inside my head,
I see the ghost of me I thought was dead.
They linger, whisper secrets I can’t hear,
A shadow wrapped around my fear.
It’s the ghost in my skin,
Dragging me where I’ve been.
Every tear, every sin,
It’s carved out deep within.
I can’t escape, I can’t let go,
The ghost in my skin is all I know.
It’s heavy, I’m breaking,
But I’m still awake.
It’s poison, it’s aching,
I feel the cracks take shape.
If I let it in, will it break me apart?
Or is this ghost the truest part of my heart?
The ghost in my skin, it’s still holding tight,
A part of me that lives in the quiet of the night.
Every tear, every sin,
The ghost in my skin… is where I begin.