She was a fire girl
She carried a flame in her belly, a desire, a burning
As a child she would play with matches, she loved the smell of anything burnt, she dug her nose in ashes
Her grandmother used to light a candle for her whenever she needed strength
She could stare into flames for hours, and travel on the back of her spirit animal through the deep green
A deer with flaming antlers
Her sister took her to see a burning house, they were accused of starting the fire together
The fire that wiped out half of the city that was their home, on the day of Saint Lucia
And like Saint Lucia herself, the older sister was given a dreadful penalty: Death by fire

There's a ghost in the pit
Some of you are so invisible
Flickering, flaky

Pain is invisible
Ghosts know pain
The pain that follows knowledge
The pain that follows visions
The loneliness of fantasizing
Unheard

We look for you in dirt and grit
You are moths
Raining down
Silver skin
Dust to the grown
Silence is a (fucking) crime
The girl with the downfall in her mouth
The girl without a thong

The ghost is the real saint
Living off our pain
This whitenoise is a fortune teller
We can't hear you, ghost

There is a girl in the crowd
She is always followed by spirits
Persecuted in her soul
They follow her, like obsessive thoughts
There is a girl in the crowd
With visions of a forest hardening
Metal trees
Stone birds
Marble teeth

There is a girl in the crowd
She is always followed by spirits
Persecuted
They follow her, like obsessive thoughts
She is here
There is a girl in the crowd
The girl with the downfall in her mouth
The fire girl
She gave us a promise once
To never forget the light
She was lying!
There is a girl in the crowd
She is here
Look
Her shadows glows

The veil is thinner than ever
Warnings, warning signs
Everything will shine
We will be unlike humans

The ghost is oppressed
Silent on the outside
Screaming on the inside
The scream of all