GHOST

Deadman walkin', straight out of the coffin
Nauseous from the advice, me and the devil been talkin'
Auctioning these toxins, authentic concoctions
Toss back with no caution until I'm losing my conscious
Aw man, it's flashbacks from being taken advantage
But I'm a man stand and just go put on a bandage
Expectin' that shit to vanish
But I feel searchin' for answers to why I panic when things getting too romanic
The damage is too bad I'm sick of hearin' I'm broken
A thousand knives under my chest and actin' like I be broken
Don't fix the emptiness that left in just a couple of moment
But all the demons comin' back I keep on seeing the omens
I'm breaking everything open and try to gеt em expellеd
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 targеt
And get burned so bad that you consider it arson
Thе darkness, 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 flippin' 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 leavin'
Nothin' ever 'pared me for the best-kept secret
The city of angels was only full of these demons
'Cause Hollywood's bleedin'
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



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Martin, Ryan Oakes
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