Haint

Tugged in the darkness
Swear I'm awake
Alone filled invitation
Behind the mustache
It's not a faith
It's not a prestidigitation

I'm about to faint
I'm grabbed by the ankles
How long can he breathe
How deep is he strangled

Whethered churching or weathered paint
All the priests and apostles
Every tactic is a Haint
Could they be any wronger

I'm about to faint
I'm grabbed by the ankles
How long can he breathe
How deep is he strangled

Undead boys don't need protection and they can hold their breath all night long.
Ghost boys don't need no hassles and they can grow back what they have lost...