with nothing more than discontent for the only one that loves this empty shell of a man anymore. Oh the only one that loves this empty shell of a man
They're slowly approaching in the dark. You can feel the vulture's breath on your neck
a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last
that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local
pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face Her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair was like a curtain Falling
limelight leads you! MEG Is this ghost an angel or a madman . . .? RAOUL Angel or madman . . .? ANDRE/FIRMIN (aside) Leading ladies are a trial! GIRY
just two stars out under the moon Typecast, we play losers who keep falling in love with the wrong ones Typecast, what a show, why won't they cancel us? we got a
Carry forth as a guardian To kingdom come With the ghost and the spirit Let the fire run Through the darkest age we can surely fly Through the darkest age
find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague
Your nerves gather with the altitude Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood Wide eyed
'm a real nigga, meaning I'm limited dog Fake shit done played out like SEGA Genesis dog They used to call me Ghost, cause I had a nigga that spook Just a
that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local
a part of a machine A puppet on the strings A rebel, once Now I'm an old man Oh, I know it can't go on But the ghost called fear inside Lames my tongue
close to a real fallout Everything's under control The speaker said with a serious smile Behind his mask, he knew the truth "I'll bring a new age of
moat like a ghost from a grave Sunken in the salty eyes of the wandering into space I was heading though the mists across the Golden Gate All of my rebellions fall
an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face And her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair was like a curtain Falling
ghost of what you want to be And the ghost of the past that you live in It's just the ghost of what you really want And it's the ghost of the past that