Gaslight Ghosts

Verse 1

Within the crooked streets I stray

Where gaslight ghosts still mark the way

A hollow gaze, a hollow name

Bound to the stage of someone’s game

The jagged roofs, my fractured mind

Where sanity’s thin threads unwind

Chorus

I am the marionette of my own design

My hands carve wounds through flesh and spine

Dark compulsions pulse, I claim my throne

Your breath turns cold, your will is stone

Verse 2

The somnambulist stirs in me

A face of stone, no one can see

My carnival of fear unfurls

As truth's reflection darkly swirls

The town's facade, a brittle shell

My twisted logic casts its spell

Chorus

I am the marionette of my own design

My hands split flesh, expose the spine

Dark compulsions pulse, I claim my throne

Your breath turns cold, your will is stone

Bridge

Angles contort against nature's law

I paint reality with a fevered claw

Beneath tilted rooftops, minds collapse

As nightmares form in daylight's gaps

The cabinet door stands slightly ajar

Releasing horrors that travel far

My fingers twitch with each command

While broken puppets roam the land

Chorus

I am the marionette of my own design

My hands split flesh, expose the spine

Dark compulsions scream, I claim my throne

Your breath turns cold, your world undone