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Polterzeitgeist

Why you goin' around, trying to keep people outta hell?

I'm goin' around, trying to keep the hell outta peopleYour evil sends chills through my bones

And it flows through the back roads of arteries

Genetic mammary fights technology

Administered by moral midgets

This picket sign's in my eyes, when they strike

You'll wanna talk business

Note to self: go for self, go for broke

No one else ever showed you the ropes or helped

and what are they supposed to do?

Of course they gotta rebuild every wall that you broke on through

Drugs wont get my thoughts running,

I need them to make thoughts stop coming

Last night I had dream I shot somone

When I awoke my hands were full of the fluid my heart's pumping

I went to get it tested,

the doctor was not so interested in analyzing the message

He had a pill, that if he issues out

He gets paid on the side, got a lifetime supply(hook)

Maybe he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe he's the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropesFell into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch

Tired of the shift sipping Listerine night caps

Disguised her voice with the breath of a clean slate

Awake every morning to the death of my dream date

Selling sex to cheapskates with rusty blades

Fuck it, forget and call it layaway

Got an addiction to thin ice

The whisper of wind pipes

I'm mister insight,

The social costume's skin tight

Nah, I don't believe in you

And you don't believe that I'm leaving you

As you shrink away to nothing in my rear view

Too close to call,

Too far to be hearing you

Singing my melody I heard it subconsciously

You spoke in your sleep,

And it sounded like honesty

When you awoke you said it was not for me

I said "Oh, I know, obviously"

You're not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo

And I rocked this solo

Now you gots to go... go!Maybe he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe you're the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropesMaybe you're a ghost, and I'm the conduit

The kinda thread in every superficial compliment

The loose string in your moral fabric

Holding your logic, hopelessly romantic

And (moves sonic?)

Leaving notes for the next to come

Written in blood from the wound that they'll exit from

I don't compose rows or sonnets,

I just write like my life depends on it

Front like I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you

You got a transparent nature that I'm seeing through

Somebody spiked the punch that you beat me to

Sometimes I'm not even sure it's even youMaybe you're a ghost, and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

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