Ghost

Suffer, suffer...

Cold world through my body into a musical wave
Through my brain
I feel more again, I feel the milky way of broken glass, without stars
Today I broke the chain inside myself, it was my chance and I used it to get rid of fakes
Walk away, try me world I get ready the same like all time, like all days what I live in u with poison in my veins
I hope for space that he will shelter our souls in the grace
When our bodies are put in the fuckin' grave
Among cheap fakes, the spiritual thoughts of aesthetes are lost
My soul shines and burns, but I feel frost, hear voices
I'm a ghost creepin' out of sea to coast and still feeling poison in my lungs
I'm knocking on all the fucking closed doors
And in this crazy pursuit I lose what I really love, this is my choice
Death took my organs and bones, leaving them on the cross
And I keep walking alone and it's not much worse

Is not much worse...
Suffer, suffer...