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PERFORMING ARTISTS
We Have Ghosts
We Have Ghosts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Mace-Crossley
Benjamin Mace-Crossley
Songwriter
David Snowley
David Snowley
Songwriter
Matthew Snowley
Matthew Snowley
Songwriter

Lyrics

If I talk, when I talk - I'm done listening to me
My Internal monologue seeming to regret, I plead
If I hola when I'm hollow, a choke hazard I guarantee
My internal monologue seeming to be coming for me
And when I run, yeah I'm done, I'm done running from me
Im grasping at stitches while these witches progressively reach from the trees
Then I sweat, yeah I sweat, sweat dripping from me
And it tastes like medicated amphetamine
A risk of self destruction, pity that I'm still on the go
A guilty man trialing distraction, oh
Primal means, illiterate beings, beating chests and loading lead
My chimp paradox, amygdala controlling all the words I said
So when Im shifty, looking shifty fuelling the monkey inside my head
Self medicating to reduce the dread
A risk of self destruction, pity that I'm still on the go
A guilty man trialing distraction, keeping my nose out of the blow
Another emotional reaction, the limbic's taking full control
A substance used for my complexion, oh
Low self esteem, masked with self-congratulatory
Fear of caving in, doused in gasoline
Low self esteem, masked with self-congratulatory
Fear of caving in, inflamed with anxiety
And when I run, yeah I'm done, I'm done running from me
Im grasping at stitches while these witches progressively reach from the trees
Then I sweat, yeah I sweat, sweat dripping from me
And it taste like m-m-m-m-m
A risk of self destruction, pity that I'm still on the go
A guilty man trialing distraction, keeping my nose out of the blow
Another emotional reaction, the limbic's taking full control
A substance used for my complexion, oh
Written by: Benjamin Mace-Crossley, David Snowley, Matthew Snowley
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