My flesh is cold as a 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 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 a miss 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, throw blades on my wrist Fucking 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 fuck, 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 I've held a ghost And it slipped through my fingertipsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
