Ghost Kids Please; God

Salt your windows and salt your doors A possession that we ve never seen before We ve got all night to get this right I m so sorry Taste the ink that s drawing me My hands are shaking First mistake rework my tastes Lest there be lions in the den So much for a glorious exit Let the fucking ceilings cave in Ceilings cave in, fuck Watch my tongue Watch my fucking tongue I need to speak in time and in this sordid language We re on the big screen now boys Now watch me set them straight Remove our tongues with e