Emily Merrell - Host Lyrics

There's always something rotten, something we've all forgotten, and every time we thought we put it down
It's coming up behind you. It's even caught inside you-under your skin. So tell me, where have you been
You'd never risk contagion, encounter this invasion, defy contamination, origin unknown
Is this an epidemic? Could it be pathogenic? Unholy plague, and you've got nothing to say

So inclined to overlook a smoking gun
So blind to fabrication, stories you have spun. But, soon enough you'll know

You are the host. You are the ghost of ages past
You were never meant to last. The end is coming fast
And when your malignancy's made plain to see, when sanctuary turns her cheek
When the pantheon no longer speaks

You started feeling queasy, a little more uneasy. This troublesome disease is festering in you
You're tangled in the virus. Gonna have to sanitize it. Stop wasting time, you know you're still in your prime
What could you do to fight it? A multitude ignited, the mastermind invited, breaking out into
Some kind of interruption. Put on that incorruption; take on the gall, the canker under it all

So inclined to claim a victory you've never won
So blind to fabrication, stories you have spun. But soon enough you'll know

You are the host. You are the ghost of ages past
You were never meant to last. The end is coming fast
And when your malignancy's made plain to see, when sanctuary turns her cheek
When the pantheon no longer speaks

How'd it get so polluted, so plainly convoluted? It's overrun and rooted in the ground
It's swarming up above you. Gonna need the rubber gloves to wash it away, to disinfect the decay
But let it be a warning, before the skies are swarming, it's just another morning spilling over
Time will see a new affliction, another malediction, teeming with life-an up-to-date parasite

So inclined to get away, but look what you've done
You've been blind, but now you see how fast you can run. I think it's time you know

You are the host. You are the ghost of ages past
You were never meant to last. The end is coming fast
And when your malignancy's made plain to see, when sanctuary turns her cheek
When the pantheon no longer speaks