Dead at Home - Banshee Banter Lyrics

A hungry ghost stands still in the den
Throwing up it's supper just to fill up again
Go on, I'm sure it tastes good
Go on, I'm sure it tastes good
An apparition making awful sounds
It's howling in the attic
Keep the f*cking noise down
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can see you except for me
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can see you except for me
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can see you except for me
What a perfect score
A gentle rapping on a worn out door
In a house all alone
While my levity slips through the cracks in the floor
Your conscience had no voice
Your curious lips couldn't handle the taste
No suffering the burden of choice
Nobody to put you in your place
Binging attention and churning fables
Consuming every morsel at the dinner table
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can see you except for me
The day is done
Trapped in the glow of a setting sun
I'm having trouble sleeping
I'm having trouble breathing
Can I admit when I've made a mistake
You're conscience had no voice
Your curious lips couldn't handle the taste
No suffering the burden of choice
Nobody to put you in your place
There are no windows here
There are only the pictures on the wall
Nobody is peering in
Nobody to hold you accountable
There's a ghost in the garden
A ghost in the garden
A ghost in the yard
There's a ghost in the garden
A ghost in the garden
A ghost in the
What kind of animal leaves all the meat on the god damned bone
No scavengers present to feast on the refuse, the carcass has been left alone
Staring me straight in the eyes like a creeping reflection of fate
Bleeding the inference dry for a second attempt but it's too f*cking late