Tourniquet

[Verse 1]
It's a spell you're running from
I know it well—
Sugar is sweeter in hell
The cough of cymbals, a victory bell
A parade for your years of good service
Invisible, back-breaking, not worth it

[Verse 2]
By the time I left, I was vacant
A haunted house with no basement
If you hate the night, then replace it
With visions of light underground
Dissolvable, impossible, transparent

[Verse 3]
First it's green and green
Then the weather speaks
(at least that's how it appeared to me)
Some unholy ghost in a cotton sheet
A kid disguised as a tourniquet
A sacrifice, a kitchen knife, so burn it