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

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