Lyrics: Bag of Souls

The following page is reserved for the lyrics to "Bag of Souls", a song by the Ohio-based group Triple Seven. It is the fourth track off their second studio album, Ghost Romance.

Lyrics
An argument goes on while being covered by velvet.

Today, my eyelids felt like a crow's beak.

Your soul never ceases to officially reek.

Of the worst aspirations known to men, women, and children.

We love when the storage is frozen solid.

Moral dilemma, there's a party in my stomach.

Restrict the dildo-wearing alcoholic.

Stilts will clash with rapiers one day.

O decomposing haversack, where art thou?

Crawling with the lack of a spiritual bouquet.

The contours of your life force look grand on me.

Nails on a chalkboard being eaten away.

By the morbidly obese phantom.

We love when the storage is frozen solid.

Moral dilemma, there's a party in my stomach.

Restrict the dildo-wearing alcoholic.

Oh, how we adore that cold storage.

Full of nothing but erratic souls.

We love when the storage is frozen solid.

Moral dilemma, there's a party in my stomach.

Restrict the dildo-wearing alcoholic.

Details

 * Length: 2:47
 * Genre: Alternative metal, metalcore
 * Producer: Kris Crummett
 * Band performance: Triple Seven

Credits

 * Ashlee Erickson - lead vocals
 * Ray Drieberg - lead guitar
 * Paulie Schumaker - bass guitar, background vocals
 * Lou Killings - rhythm guitar
 * Derrick Halsey - drums, percussion