Sneaky Bat Machine Little Lost Ghost
Eternity is a lonely place
An ocean without shores
Empty faces tracing paths through lonely corridors
A lonely ghost in the darkest place
Empty mask and frightened face
He doesn't know which way to turn
Watching the sinners burn
He cries alone in the purple night
Watching angel wings take flight
A tower chimes a forever bell stuck on earth
No heaven or hell
No map
No path
Nowhere to go
No chance
No luck
No way to know
No fiery hell
No heavenly host
Just another little lost ghost
No godhead to absorb the blame
No angel wings to tear
Mortal coils rot away and leave no one to care
His snail trail figure eights
He sees his faults, but far too late
All conformists deviate when there's no one left to hate
