Outer Scorpion Squadron

If you really want to conjure up a ghost

Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most

Rake the sands until they surface

Bind their tiny eyes

Stake out your position, let your armor fall

Stay put 'till they find you, it won't take long at all

Rake the sands until they surface

Up they come, gone translucent

They're coming up no matter what

Fools rush in and the doors slam shut

Ghosts of my childhood, stay with me, if you will

Find a place where there's water, hold you under 'till you're still

Rake the sands until they surface

Don't let anybody call them ugly