ghos i see on my wall
their whisper heard in hall
tryin' to perish me n' good-nessn'
polishin' bad-ism in I
what a heck goin'; in this freakin' time...
defacto, I'm not frighten of life, me? can kill
but none can my immortalised hope
i will still rise, like soft cotton balls in air
all over the sky-bed,
n' bloody ghos wont be forgiven
they're down to earth
after i gave up the place
where i've been to make a history
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