LISTENING TO THE GHOST (INTRO)

[Intro]
I'll take you down there for twenty-five schmeckles!

[Verse]
I had a dream that you were back and inside of my home
Breakin' into my place, breakin' all of my bones
And there ain't shit that I could do except let you have your way
To the Creator I'd pray, that you would just go away
But we both know that there's no escape, not once you and I embrace
Stuck in place, still can't cry just like the LIMBA that came before
What's that revolver for?
Oh, of course...
I should've known better, scrapped another damn letter
To the rose feather, because I'm too scared to say sweater
Not when she might be listenin'
She might be listenin', yeah...