Текст песни Hungry Ghost - Little Star

Ill not be confined to a common body or a language
That erases what I feel is true
And it is my choice to spoon-feed in to the garbage
All that I don't wish to hold onto
Well I cracked my jaw
On somebody else's truth
And I clasped my hands
On somebody else's god
But a hungry ghost
Is pricking the back of my neck
And an ending life
Is something I declare dead
That I declare
Didn't you think that
Ripping a hole
Rippin' a hole in the knee
Of your dreams could make you famous
Wouldn't you have burnt two holes into your eyes
Staring at the sun
If it could teach you how to make it
Well I cracked my jaw
On somebody else's truth
And I clasped my hands
On somebody else's god
But a hungry ghost
Is pricking the back of my neck
And an ending life
Is something I declare dead
That I declare dead
Ooo
That I declare Dead
Ooo
That I declare dead
Ooo
That I declare dead
Ahhoh