| Head Of Medusa |
|---|
| Replay murdered history in front of me |
| They can only see me as a child |
| I haven’t been there in years |
| Home is so far from me now that these hands hold me under |
| I’m disappearing into the walls that surround me |
| I can’t give what I don’t have |
| So I walk this lonesome road hand in hand |
| With my ghost hand in hand |
