Ephelant & Time - Foreclosed Ghost Story lyrics

[Verse 1: Time] That was never you, This was never us The sky isn't blue, It's just an illusion of trust The sky is always black, the blue is light that reflects The color comes from the lack of darkness we collect These eyes have seen shame, these eyes have seen d**h These eyes judge and blame, these eyes have wept These hands have hurt each other, these hands has hurt another These hands have lost each other, these hands have hugged my mother And i can still see that old house, where we used to play them board games We used to play basketball in the alley, now i just ignore the pain Debt and bill collectors, man i swear it's all the same Banks and cops and mayors, man i swear they're all insane Final fantasy im in the game, my goals in the crosshairs i got the range Man i swear i got the aim, this is for my fam i got the aim Lies are too convenient, thats why i stick to the truth cuz truth is strange Things fall apart, the truth hurts, i use the bills to fan the flames Luck went bankrupt, i guess were stuck, in my neck she has her fangs The blood hits the floor and spells out FAME, the blood hits the floor and spells out FAME [screwed] Every black light can see the stain, flow so sick i got the strain Forever hungry never tame, they be lion, they just shave their mane Too many people lost their brain cuz they let someone else wash their brain Walking on all fours is how i came, i'll leave on 3 with a amythyst cane Im not insane im outsane, im not deranged im rearranged Life is what you make of it, so im going to make up for everything [Hook: Church Fire] Foreclosed ghosts, who lives here now? Each memories a phantom, the past takes a bow Every time i think about it an apparation appears I am your ghost, haunting you in the mirror The cornea weeps, while the banker sleeps Property is theft and the truth is cheap Im so sorry that happened to you, i wish i wouldve made it sooner But this day jobs a vampire and all these bills are tumors I watch em all pile up, jenga to the money I wanna suplex em, zanhief to all these dummies Do monarchs need pa**ports? do cobwebs pay rent? Should we tax all of the weeds growing out of the cement? 100 years of history seen in a sunset Squatters walk into the home, history, it's not done yet Contractors show up with sheriffs and police They treat squatters like animals but developers are beasts They say broken windows are violent but eviction is not These arguments are gordian each sentence is a knot Im a child again, the books fly off my shelf A page rips out i see the words, believe in yourself 20 years later and im giving em hell Im telling all these banks i gotta story to tell Dear chris, it was me, i'm your ghost I knocked those books off the shelf i'm in the machine i am the host Are you a possessor, the blessed or the dispossessed? Tell me your zipcode and i can give you a guess Help me carry this hatchet to this gentrified forest Where its illegal to be homeless and they arrest the poorest This verse is a paper airplane, ima fly it into your fortress Read the truth it sounds like this, the silence is enormous