Graphite Ghosts
‘Graphite Ghosts‘ is a darkly energetic track that blends haunting atmosphere with driving riffs and pounding rhythms. Its sharp edges are balanced by melodic undertones, giving it both grit and depth. At just over two minutes, the song hits fast and hard – moody, intense and unforgettable.
Label
Crossed Out In RedArtists
[ B U R N : : L ! S T ]Genres
Emo Post-HardcoreRelease Date
September 11, 2025Available Lyrics
Crossed Out In Red
I kept the drafts in a shoebox under the bed
Thumbprints turning every page to grey
We traced the skyline on tracing paper
Taped to a window that never saw day.
All our plans in pencil marks
Soft lines that won’t hold
Every time I try to keep them
They smear across my bones
Graphite ghosts on my hands, in my throat
Every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
Late nights and fluorescent mornings
Numbers pinned like borrowed names
We learned the exits before the entrances
Paid our dues in bus-stop rain
All our maps in pencil lead
Folded till the creases broke
Every path we meant to tread
Blurs into a plume of smoke
Graphite ghosts on my hands, in my throat
every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
If I press down till the paper tears, will the line finally show?
DRAW THE LINE!
If I trace it over a thousand prayers, will this stay, will it glow?
DON’T LET GO!
If I’m only the shade that a hope leaves behind
SAY IT: 'I KNOW.'
We lived in the margins and called it a sign
Now watch it let go
Graphite ghosts - on my hands, in my throat
Every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
Thumbprints turning every page to grey
We traced the skyline on tracing paper
Taped to a window that never saw day.
All our plans in pencil marks
Soft lines that won’t hold
Every time I try to keep them
They smear across my bones
Graphite ghosts on my hands, in my throat
Every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
Late nights and fluorescent mornings
Numbers pinned like borrowed names
We learned the exits before the entrances
Paid our dues in bus-stop rain
All our maps in pencil lead
Folded till the creases broke
Every path we meant to tread
Blurs into a plume of smoke
Graphite ghosts on my hands, in my throat
every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
If I press down till the paper tears, will the line finally show?
DRAW THE LINE!
If I trace it over a thousand prayers, will this stay, will it glow?
DON’T LET GO!
If I’m only the shade that a hope leaves behind
SAY IT: 'I KNOW.'
We lived in the margins and called it a sign
Now watch it let go
Graphite ghosts - on my hands, in my throat
Every wish I wrote turns to smoke
We drew a life and called it close
Now it’s just graphite ghosts
