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