Maybe just a dead sign speaking to my eyes shaking I can think of A piece of broken fifth hand reaching to my head falling I can think of Closing my eyes tight. I can hear the sounds of my fellows They are sounding so cold... "Maybe just a Ghost" you say and forget about it I stopped talking Then a piece of cracked tooth talking to my nail stinging I can snatch out Cold, lost parts, they are stinging me so cold I know where they live in the past Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down! Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down! Don't take it, get it back I tried to k** the dead ghost - shoot! But I got a miss shot Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down! Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down! Don't take it, Get it back I tried to shoot them down They stay in my foot steps... Maybe just a red dot attacking to my toe tender I can think of Some forgotten small seeds singing to my ear, scratchy
They are sounding so cold Lost parts, they are stinging me so cold I know they live in the past Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down! Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down! Don't take it, get it back I tried to k** the dead ghost - shoot! But I got a miss shot Don't stick it, kick it out, Shut Down! Don't stick it, pick it out, Shut Down! Don't take it, Get it back I tried to shoot them down They stay in my foot steps I gave up and then put the gun down... It's maybe just a piece of lost dead past fallen from the trash can forgettable creeping trying to find a space to be kind of a piece of puzzle never been solved fifty thousands foot steps still going on no place to be I can think of Closing my eyes tight, I can feel them 'cause they are my fellows lived in the past, loved in the past, used in the past, lost in the past where will they go instead of my pride?