“Ghost of My Shell.”

Ghost of my shell, calling for hell
With no one else, wanting to answer
My soul of glass, shatters to ash
Waiting for the devil to change me

A human choice, to take his advice
Do you blame me, for being alone
I know his voice, ice cold nightmare
To feel like home (is that my fault?)

Hear me darling, I speak for you now
Ice cold nightmare, holds you close
I speak for those, rotting glass souls
Shells of former known pests

Not how I see them, no



Credits
Writer(s): Clown Clubs
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