| Gosts |
| Not really there, but they're following. Can't stand the bullshit I'm swallowing. They feed us lies and expect us to live with the fucked up feelings they give and give. This kind of shit goes straight to your head. It fucks up your mind and makes you braindead. It makes you paint your room with blood and spit. It's hard to survive. Fuck that shit! I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm looking over my shoulder periodically. Somebody is constantly stalking me. Someone is tainting my innocence. Raping my mind. It makes no fucking sense. Living a life ain't much with this shit. Leave my heart alone. Don't fuck with it. Tangled, raw emotion bursting through the seams. Don't fuck with feelings. Don't fuck with me! I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm so apathetic in my carelessness. I'm too indifferent to take care of this mess. The boiler room's heating and I'm losing control. I'm fucking screaming, but I can't let go! I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. I'm fucked up beyond reason. Can't find my way home. Season after season, I'm haunted by these ghosts. |