Phantom Of The Pines

(álbum: Creeker - 2018)

Can't kill me, I am a ghost
Can't shake me, I own the road
Can't match me, I'm one of a kind
I was, I am and will be the phantom of the pines
The phantom of the pines

Can't see me if I want to be cloaked
I could disappear into the oaks
I can jump generations with some green
And a bow string and crawl through your TV
I am nor dead or alive, I'm just here to stand and shine
And if you don't let my spirit walk free
You might end up a mystery hanging in a tall tree

Can't kill me, I am a ghost
Can't shake me, I own the road
Can't match me, I'm one of a kind
I was, I am and will be the phantom of the pines
The phantom of the pines

And gravestones pumping lights from under
Guitar solos with bones and thunder
Flesh falling off and banging in hell
Harpies playing with spikes swinging at flat black church bells
Can't kill me my magic is black
I got a book full of spells to bring the spirits back
Yeah I'm sick in the head, the madman down in the valley
Only bad motherfucker getting valet in Nashville

Can't kill me, I am a ghost
Can't shake me, I own the road
Can't match me, I'm one of a kind
I was, I am and will be the phantom of the pines
The phantom of the pines
Phantom of the pines

(Me of many lives I'm the ghost of the pines)
(Me of many lives I'm the ghost of the pines)
(Me of many lives I'm the ghost of the pines)
(Me of many lives I'm the ghost of the pines)