do not giveth therefore you cannot taketh away no being is my master I am not a spiritual slave heavenly father righteous son holy ghost fiction
pills don?t make me Feel so high, feel so free It?s what you do to me Try to make it through the day Chasin? all the same old ghosts Has my fear
, the smoke This is beginning to feel Like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken And shoving their souls to ghost
waves of time part behind your back G As your life crumbles and turns into fiction Dm7 c And the end of it becomes a fact Am c The ghosts of
(Mark Erelli) I'm not the kind to believe in superstition Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction You race through my blood, some kind
up And that ain't blood on your shirt, man that's ketchup (That's ketchup) Picture Clef getting a writer to give him help I'd rather kill myself become a ghost
-aged things Attending your sons and daughters Spare a thought for me out here with the kids To hell with your bricks and mortar It's you and me and the Holy Ghost
I am looking for answers to questions never posed I haven't god a clue, I'm living like a ghost Can't seem to read the signs I'm swimming in the sand,
[Written by Steven Wilson] Ghosts in the park Appear just after dark Killers, children ... But no-one has a harp They look like tourists It makes me
smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost
crawl with regret Black and white, there's still us shouting out We might not make it through This chapter covers time without you You are a ghost within
down whose-ever witchu Mafioso, the New York City 90's era Sosa AZ, you know my culture Now my wolves is out to ghost ya [Nas] Scent of a rose on the
is a box Whose secrets are open We're candyfloss children Who live in a city of clouds With the ghosts of dead robots Where fiction and fantasy Roll
[x3] You do not giveth Therefore you cannot taketh away No being is my master I am not a spiritual slave Heavenly father Rightous son Holy Ghost Fiction
around the town The faculty wives they get gray and tattered Like the books upon their shelves They're sitting around by their big bay windows Reading fiction
a powerful thing If it's just that you're weak Can we talk about it It's gettin' so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of chance The fiction, the romance
a powerful thing If it's just that you're weak Can we talk about it It's getting so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of chance The fiction, the romance