Ghost

Ghost
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
Fuc*** with my head, get dead, that's the gist
First, you can see it on me, I'm pissed
Lost in the mist, pants full of piss
Pick a daffodilly, so pretty at this
Fist f***, started feeling, silly willy, take a look
At the rope, then he jumped
All he needed was a brick
Daisy, those are making Fugazi
Lost, I pick up a case and
Close it, close it, pick up the rabies
Daisy, those are making Fugazi
Lost, I pick up a case and
Close it, close it, pick up the rabies

Living a farce
Living a farce, living a farce
Living a farce
Living a farce, living a farce