The Ghost

He's running towards the edge of the cliff
No place to hide
He's being chased
By everything he loves and hates

He feels that everything he loves
Everything he hates
Draws him near
Kills him there
He is a ghost
A living dead

He's diggin' a hole deep down underground
An atempt to hide
He's being chased
By everything he loves and hates

He feels that everything he loves
Everything he hates
Draws him near
Kills him there
He is a ghost
A living dead
A living dead

He feels that everything he loves
Everything he hates
Draws him near
Kills him there
He is a ghost
Buried alive
He feels that everything he loves
Everything he hates
Draws him near
Kills him there
He is a ghost
A living dead



Credits
Writer(s): Kjell Sindre Johannessen, Hans Christian Risa
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