Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GHOST , by - Ryan Oakes. Release date: 07.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GHOST |
| Deadman walkin', straight out of the coffin |
| Nauseous from the advice, me and the devil been talkin' |
| Auctioning these toxins, authentic concoctions |
| Toss back with no caution until I’m losing my conscious |
| Ominous flashbacks from being taken advantage |
| But I’m a man and it’s standard to just go put on a bandage |
| Expectin' that shit to vanish but I feel searchin' for answers |
| To why I panic when |
| things are getting romantic |
| The damage is too bad I’m sick of hearin' I’m broken |
| A thousand knives under my chest and actin' like I be broken |
| Don’t fix the emptiness that left in just a couple of moment |
| But all the demons comin' back I keep on seeing the omens |
| I’m breaking everything open and try to get em expelled |
| I wish I could shed my skin and slip up out of my shell |
| Cause nothing I’ve been trying lately has been seeming to help |
| I’m scared that I’m already dead in my personal hell |
| I tell myself I’m fine |
| I think it’s my favorite lie |
| If you look into my eyes |
| You’ll see how many times I’ve died |
| I pray that when I go |
| I find peace inside my soul |
| I’m sick of feeling like a ghost |
| Stuck in place and all alone |
| Deadman marching, reborn and resharpened |
| I guess that’s just bound to happen when you labeled a target |
| And get burned so bad that you consider it arson |
| The darkest check me now I’m never lethargic |
| The hardest was in college, I’d be sitting in class |
| When competition acting normal during fake heart attacks |
| When I was flippin' Adderall so I could come up with cash |
| Put 80p into the beats and 20 up in the stash |
| So when it passed, I could dip out to the West and be leavin' |
| Nothin' ever 'pared me for the best-kept secret |
| The city of angels was only full of these demons |
| Up on my lone self post because Hollywood’s bleedin' |
| I wish that I could slow down, I’m always stuck in a rush |
| The panic might make me productive, but it’s leaving me crushed |
| My mind is never here, I’m looking like a ghost, and I’m flushed |
| The scars haunt me from the past, and now I’m scared to be touched |
| I tell myself I’m fine |
| I think it’s my favorite lie |
| If you look into my eyes |
| You’ll see how many times I’ve died |
| I pray that when I go |
| I find peace inside my soul |
| I’m sick of feeling like a ghost |
| Stuck in place and all alone |