Wake

We made room in a casket
Just a little bit of space
«I guess I’ll live there sometimes
Throw stones and keep you safe.»
It moved so slow
Like it was plastered in place
«You were a no-show
Set out to lay me to waste
Sat alone at the wake
To watch you sing my praises
If I reach the ceiling, I’ll probably explode
I don’t know
Now I’m running down ghosts
To raise hell in your home
Then I’m running down ghosts
To raise hell on the throne."