Lyrics Ghost - Ryan Oakes
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
Aw
man,
it's
flashbacks
from
being
taken
advantage
But
I'm
a
man
stand
and
just
go
put
on
a
bandage
Expectin'
that
shit
to
vanish
But
I
feel
searchin'
for
answers
to
why
I
panic
when
things
getting
too
romanic
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
gеt
em
expellеd
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
targеt
And
get
burned
so
bad
that
you
consider
it
arson
Thе
darkness,
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
'Cause
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
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