Fantomah from other ghosts by Panic Grass

A primitive mind yearns for nothing but peace and resolution
A flash of light steals my innocence
In majesty, bringing wrath to men with sticks of thunder
Takes her leave, if this mortal form could only follow

(This body refused to fly)

Fantomah, find a cure for gravity
And raise me up to torture your enemies

Enlightened minds stop at nothing to meet their new obsession
Pieces modified from the wreckage
A flailing cry scatters crowds and leads to death misfired
Part the sky for the jungleborn in her protection

(The color drains from her eyes)

Fantomah, find a cure for gravity
And raise me up to torture our enemies

Haunted by scenes of unnatural misery

• Rock
• alternative rock
• doom metal
• hard rock
• heavy metal
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• psychedelic rock
• rock
• space rock
• Seattle