Morning for Ghosts (feat. Vikiro Hop & Matt Harding)

All of the empty halls I walk. My feet on the black stone floor Battered That I faced a long time ago No kings are here anymore I walk through the hallways, and the phantom starts to join Here, whispering, everything, how it was before All destroyed Paranoia starts to get me, so I start to run Run to the library, and that's where it all has gone Then the spirits rise, they start twirling, through the light This is a morning for ghosts This is a morning for ghosts This is a morning for apparitions This is a morning for apparitions And now I'm in the corridor. Still carving it in the door Something strange and new, slides in view It's okay Long since broken and away out the servants side door, and into a place And I'm walking into an overgrown hedge maze with vines so thick I can climb In the center there's a fountain, that's long since crumbled time The loneliness is palpable, it's refreshing, like ice And in murky water I see reflected blue eyes, I keep on walking Nothing's real in mind, I let serenity wash over me and I think about life In this garden I'm certain, here and now, the tune is strange and common Played by someone who died long ago Tune revolver We will always fear when you listen for it, always, disappear This is a morning for ghosts This is a morning for ghosts This is a morning for apparitions This is a morning for things we don't quite understand It's too much, I don't understand This is a morning for ghosts This is a morning of phantoms A morning for apparitions