Hop on the beat like the Boogeyman
Hope at the least you got another plan
Look over my shoulder see a line to infinity
Made of ghosts tryin' to hold onto their identity
Consumed by the Goose
Entombed by your truths
Presumed the obtuse
Let loose on ya ruse
Rewriting the rules
And step out of your own way
Say what they won't say
Pay cuz they don't pray
Gray on a Sunday
Don't get lost in the plot
Tryin' to relive the fundays
Itty bitty sniff of the powder
Silent scream just a little bit louder
Standing proud on a spectral tower
Values held like a dandelion flower
Wishful thinking unaware that you're sinking
Should looked twice like blinking
What was I drinking?
Call for help or answer the phone that's ringing
Singing sirens hinging violence
Bring silence when I humble tyrants
Lighting fires to buy us virus criers
Shook,
Shoulda said look
Out of ya nook
Open all the windows when I cook
Eatin' all the minnows in the brook
Took a rook like a man of the book
Bishop with the knife game
Hit you with the "Hi Dave"
Drive-by wave, unlicensed, sideways drifting
Better listen if fangs be glisten'in
Explode your brain like nitroglycerine
So don't touch the specimen
List too long of those that I'm better than
Gist all written by a sinner's hand
Left dead hanging on a thread of a spinner's strand
Arachnid tactics
Caught in a web of silken flows
Two-cubed tread for a killing blow
Listen close cuz it's almost to late to know
Ghost
Crux - MADE OF GHOSTS (feat. Goose_the_Vacrix) Lyrics
Crux - MADE OF GHOSTS (feat. Goose_the_Vacrix) Lyrics
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Hop on the beat like the Boogeyman
Hope at the least you got another plan
Look over my shoulder see a line to infinity
Made of ghosts tryin' to hold onto their identity
Consumed by the Goose
Entombed by your truths
Presumed the obtuse
Let loose on ya ruse
Rewriting the rules
And step out of your own way
Say what they won't say
Pay cuz they don't pray
Gray on a Sunday
Don't get lost in the plot
Tryin' to relive the fundays
Itty bitty sniff of the powder
Silent scream just a little bit louder
Standing proud on a spectral tower
Values held like a dandelion flower
Wishful thinking unaware that you're sinking
Should looked twice like blinking
What was I drinking?
Call for help or answer the phone that's ringing
Singing sirens hinging violence
Bring silence when I humble tyrants
Lighting fires to buy us virus criers
Shook,
Shoulda said look
Out of ya nook
Open all the windows when I cook
Eatin' all the minnows in the brook
Took a rook like a man of the book
Bishop with the knife game
Hit you with the "Hi Dave"
Drive-by wave, unlicensed, sideways drifting
Better listen if fangs be glisten'in
Explode your brain like nitroglycerine
So don't touch the specimen
List too long of those that I'm better than
Gist all written by a sinner's hand
Left dead hanging on a thread of a spinner's strand
Arachnid tactics
Caught in a web of silken flows
Two-cubed tread for a killing blow
Listen close cuz it's almost to late to know
Ghost
Hope at the least you got another plan
Look over my shoulder see a line to infinity
Made of ghosts tryin' to hold onto their identity
Consumed by the Goose
Entombed by your truths
Presumed the obtuse
Let loose on ya ruse
Rewriting the rules
And step out of your own way
Say what they won't say
Pay cuz they don't pray
Gray on a Sunday
Don't get lost in the plot
Tryin' to relive the fundays
Itty bitty sniff of the powder
Silent scream just a little bit louder
Standing proud on a spectral tower
Values held like a dandelion flower
Wishful thinking unaware that you're sinking
Should looked twice like blinking
What was I drinking?
Call for help or answer the phone that's ringing
Singing sirens hinging violence
Bring silence when I humble tyrants
Lighting fires to buy us virus criers
Shook,
Shoulda said look
Out of ya nook
Open all the windows when I cook
Eatin' all the minnows in the brook
Took a rook like a man of the book
Bishop with the knife game
Hit you with the "Hi Dave"
Drive-by wave, unlicensed, sideways drifting
Better listen if fangs be glisten'in
Explode your brain like nitroglycerine
So don't touch the specimen
List too long of those that I'm better than
Gist all written by a sinner's hand
Left dead hanging on a thread of a spinner's strand
Arachnid tactics
Caught in a web of silken flows
Two-cubed tread for a killing blow
Listen close cuz it's almost to late to know
Ghost
Writer: David Gustafson
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