We are a part of this worlds negative zone
Where the bad words we get called breaks our bones
Like sticks and stones make up the catacombs
Negative souls looking for a way to be found
They slowly start coming up from the ground.
All the negative souls are being bound
Spinning around like a merry go round.
We are walking into this life with a goal
But then we end up selling our soul
Once to love, then to hope
And now we are hanging by a rope.
What will you do?
Where will you go?
Baby we don't even know
How to save our souls
Negative thoughts turn to negative actions
Negative emotions cause a bunch of commotion
Now the negativity is a ocean
Sinking deeper and deeper into the sea
We start to wonder who will save me?
But nobody comes because we aren't seen.
We are just ghosts of the dying hosts.
Wondering who will be the one to love us the mosts.
