Bad Blood

“If you live like that, you live like ghosts”

A moral statement through gothic imagery, to live without integrity is to be only half-alive, a ghost. The ghost here is a figure of hollowness and social death rather than supernatural haunting; the lyric uses the spectre as an image of a life unlived.

“ruin what was shiny, now it's all rusted”

“It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars”