Testo Living With Ghosts

pardon me if i'm not so discreet
all these freaks on the street we all got the disease
gunshot - why not? when your backs on the wall
give it everything you got
don't mind me i just find history
to be full of deceit that's disguised as belief
that's ok it's the price that we pay
to enjoy the abundant consumption and frame a god given dream - we pour fire on gasoline

are we so comatose? are we living with ghosts?
and do we really know? give me a little bit
are we better than this? we don't know when to quit
man is that all there is? give me a little bi
come with me cause i'd like you to see
all the dust and debris of what
once passed for dreams
cheap shot - so what?
when you suck up abuse, man
you never get enough
can't you see that it's all fantasy
and the lies we believe are starting to breed
that's ok - it's just life day to day as we drown out the sorrow of our own decay
a god given dream - we put fire in gasoline