GHOST lyrics

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is....

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

And I, could’ve been

Next fall, next blade in the king

Bleed red, four doors in the Benz

But I met four ghosts in the pen

And I, could’ve been

Dead, boy, my soul is amiss

Flushed skin, X types of a kiss

Rather hate, bitch

Just face the abyss, and I (aye!)

Place blame for this shit

Rather be dead, dull blades on my wrist, wrist

Fucking with my head, get dead, that’s the gist

Flushed, you can see it on me, I'm pissed, pissed

Lost in the mist, pants full of piss

Pick a daffodilly, so pretty at this

Fist fuck, started feeling, silly willy, take a look

At the rope, then he jumped

All he needed was a brick, brick

Daisy, those are making Fugazi

Lost, I pick up a case and

Close it, close it, pick up the rabies (ay, ay, ay)

Daisy, those are making Fugazi

Lost, I pick up a case and

Close it, close it, pick up the rabies (ay ay, ay ay)

Living a farce

Living a farce, living a farce

Living a farce

Living a farce, living a farce

I've held a ghost

And it slipped through my fingertips