Ghost Lyrics

Never state my name
Wound within what you fabricate
My value weighs greater than your existence

Delicately deliberate
The only one to pen my saga is me
Mother Fucker

I am misanthropy
And I know you can feel it
But your eyes have deceived thee
To believe anything

I'll be okay, make them believe
Rotting faith, self constraint
I'll be okay, make them believe
Rotting faith, self constraint

Oh, my god
Face to face with the reaper
So I began to dig a little deeper
DEEPER

And then the bell began to ring
I hear it calling for me
Her toll is growing loud
As I am reaching for the sound
My book of Exodus
Is now