Did you start to hate the sounds of ghosts
Or did you start to hate the sound of mine first
Baby, I've been playing with spirits in the mixture of my lack of free time
Dealing with the devil to get ahead of my enemies
When you grow old enough to be stained by the world
There becomes a list of people who despise you
It's nothing you've done, they're just searching for a thrill
But still, I want to watch them drown in defeat
Childish of me to let them sink
They'll never feel fulfilled in the bottom of the river a created
But I guess that's part of the fun for me
Knowing I was just too good to be tainted
The ghosts that lay in my room just below ground
They smile with malicious intent
They want to see me win more than I love victory
They'll do anything so that I have the last laugh
Be wary of my thoughts
They have ill will against you
Nothing I've done to feel this way
Only deep down I know you're weak
