Everyday I feel like more of a ghost And visions of home A visitor's throne I visit alone It's a warning sign as red as a rose A poet of prose The highest of lows And nobody knows It's a milk carton message I've gone missing I'm in wreckage I have learned myself a lesson I'm a child of depression I sicken at the sight We are creatures of the night We will flee or we will fight We are running from the light Beam me up I'm ready to go Just me and my bones I'll watch from below With nothing to show I've been out looking for a home The streets I will roam The seeds of unknown I've turned into stone It's a milk carton message I've gone missing I'm in wreckage I have learned myself a lesson I'm a child of depression I sicken at the sight We are creatures of the night We will flee or we will fight We are running from the light