Phantom Air Songtext
von Trap Them

You need it for the guilt at your feet
You need it to steam up the mirrors
And we face
And we turn
We became manic
We became hallucinate
It made you live the night
It made you fuck the words of thought
The crescent digs in the palms of the tormented two
With nothing but the hours and eyes
Where the lost are survived
Makes it known
Is it so?
We became manic
We became hallucinate
It made you live the night


It made you fuck the words of thought
Is it so?
Every scar, every tick, every heartbeat
Every mistake
You kept the blood of your hand
To cause the starchy of death
The born again
It made you live the night
It made you fuck the words of thought
You kept the blood of a wound
To cause the starchy of death
We became manic
When two shades are only one
Take the breath
We became manic
We became hallucinate