Chops

[Verse 1]
How do we want it?
Desires always change
A yellow coffin
Doesn't that seem strange
I never knew that
You could see colors from the grave
I guess that's just the consequence of fame

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m pulling you closer
I’m drawing you near
The dark walls surround us
I’m sensing your fear

[Chorus]
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don’t need you to be laughing in vain
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don’t need you to be laughing in vain

[Verse 2]
How do we want it?
Desires always change
A senile prophet
Doesn’t that seem strange
I always knew that
Disbelieving all the hearsay
Would be the consequence of fame

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m pulling you closer
I’m drawing you near
The dark walls surround us
I’m sensing your fear

[Chorus]
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don’t need you to be laughing in vain
These aren't our ghost stories
Only our proclamations of the game
Touch it or take it
I don’t need you to be laughing in vain