I sent you roses, I warned you I would Do all that I could to show you the way that I feel Please, don't say I'm wasting my time I've got nothin' but time so I'll do all that I can to catch That ghost of a chance The sunlight, the moonlight Are beyond my

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

We're not who we used to be Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more

Old One, Master All beauty lies within All beauty lies within you A higher power underground From seraph skies and now to chaos bound He is sitting sacred and profound In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown Pathetic humans in despair Defaced,

Spirit, absent Of possibilities Throw yourself Into the smoke Your clean noose The apparatus Force over ability A gateway to secrecy Seven seals

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

But real love is never a waste of time I’m gonna miss you Sometimes I wish we never built this palace I’m still there My head is filled with ruins Most of them are built with you Now the dust no longer moves Don’t disturb the ghost of you

Haunted by the ghost of you Ghost of you Now you're just a memory Memories, memories Everything you said to me, said to me Oh, but now you're dead to me, dead to me Now you're just a memory, memory Now you're just a

Weave us of mist Hide us in shadows You know that the fog is here omnipresent A secular haze You know that his son is near omnipotent Come mist eternal When the diseaser sees no cure When the intents remain obscure

For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture