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 b***h
Just face the abyss and I aye
Place blame for this s**t
Rather be dead dull blades on my wrist wrist
F**king 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 f**k 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