GHOST

(albüm: SLUMBERLAND - 2021)

Deadman walking, straight out of the coffin
Nauseous from the advice, me and the devil been talking
Auctioning these toxins, authentic concoctions
Toss back with no caution until I'm losing my conscious
Ominous flashbacks from being taken advantage
But I'm a man and it's standard to just go put on a bandage
Expecting that shit to vanish but I feel searching for answers
To why I panic when [?] things are getting romantic
The damage is too bad I'm sick of hearing I'm broken
A thousand knives under my chest and acting like I be broken
Don't fix the emptiness that left in just a couple of moment
But all the demons coming back I keep on seeing the omens
I'm breaking everything open and try to get em expelled
I wish I could shed my skin and slip up out of my shell
Cause nothing I've been trying lately has been seeming to help
I'm scared that I'm already dead in my personal hell

I tell myself I'm fine
I think it's my favorite lie
If you look into my eyes
You'll see how many times I've died
I pray that when I go
I find peace inside my soul
I'm sick of feeling like a ghost
Stuck in place and all alone

Deadman marching, reborn and resharpened
I guess that's just bound to happen when you labeled a target
And get burned so bad that you consider it arson
The darkest check me now I'm never lethargic
The hardest was in college, I'd be sitting in class
When competition acting normal during fake heart attacks
When I was flipping Adderall so I could come up with cash
Put 80p into the beats and 20 up in the stash
So when it passed, I could dip out to the West and be leaving
Nothing ever 'pared me for the best-kept secret
The city of angels was only full of these demons
Up on my lone self post because Hollywood's bleeding
I wish that I could slow down, I'm always stuck in a rush
The panic might make me productive, but it's leaving me crushed
My mind is never here, I'm looking like a ghost, and I'm flushed
The scars haunt me from the past, and now I'm scared to be touched

I tell myself I'm fine
I think it's my favorite lie
If you look into my eyes
You'll see how many times I've died
I pray that when I go
I find peace inside my soul
I'm sick of feeling like a ghost
Stuck in place and all alone