Death Is Not A Parallel Move

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Now I feel just like a ghost

Don't be afraid, lille vä of violence

I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you

Don't be afraid, lille vä of my troubled mind

I'm just poisoning you a little with my gloom

This far too much like a noise

It happens to be not so nice

I must nod, I must shatter, I must diffuse

This fractured consciousness, this soft abuse

The identity I composed out of terror

Has become oppressive now

I must defy this dark assignment

I'm over it now, I'm so over it now

Don't be afraid, lille vä of violence

I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you

Don't be afraid, lille vä of my troubled mind

I'm just poisoning you a little every day

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