The Echo - The Midnight Ghost Train

Come with me, a broken man

And let me look inside your head

You got the will to bury me

While all the others try to breathe

Everyone has known

That the silhouette has grown

Over the earth that shades

Set 'em free

Oh, I’m starting to swell

But the bitter taste inside of hell

Is the echo of myself

Out in the land of the blackened veil

There lived a man on top of the hill

He’s always dressed in white

Weeping sores from a porous hide

And through his tears the windows bend

(?) pattern of a quilted hem

Shaking glitzes of a song that plays

Set 'em free

Oh, I’m starting to swell

But the bitter taste inside of hell

Is the echo of myself

In the valley where the sky is gray

There lays a man in a shallow grave

He spoke to god with a pleading tone

Throughout the years that spent alone

Molding colors to a blinding haze

Arresting features from a drunken rage

Washing the blood from his calloused hands

Set 'em free

Oh, I’m starting to swell

But the bitter taste inside of hell

Oh, I’m starting to swell

But the bitter taste inside of hell

Is the echo of myself