Pedestals for the Broken


... and Stories of Beautiful Lives (Remastered Version)

Eric Vain
Eric Vain


You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar 

There is a hole.  See where I bury my behavior

It’s a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall

Though don’t know how the hell that I am there 


You are what I could fear 


A train of death 

No derail - tracks are built like a god

Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood

There is a hole where signs point toward surrender 

Though I don’t know how the hell I could ever end it here


Suppose you’re I what fear 


Run under hills into my hole

This is the place that I call home