Testo Ghost

The time will stand, it doesn‘t matter
cause right now you don‘t exist
you have no place, you have no purpose
and you‘re never ever missed

I hope that you‘re flattered,
you‘ve picked the scam of the sore
So utterly worthless it‘s a hollow point that you score

it‘s a high-stakes scheme you‘re running
but I‘m not playing anymore
it‘s just endless repetition
and I have heard it all before

I see you‘ve found a good companion
I think you got what you deserve
I understand and I no longer worry
you have a grand master to serve

But stop feeling guilty
I‘m too tired, I‘m closing the door
I hope that you‘re happy cause I‘m not even sure
I really love you anymore