كلمات Chasing The Ghost

CHASING THE GHOST My eyes are tired from the things i've seen My mouth is dry from tasting poisoned leaves I've been in a haze of green Like needles in my skin Feels like i could bleed Chasing the ghost Feeding the fix Ignoring our souls Passing the cup Making it last til the last drop Passing the pipe Oh my god we're losing this fight Chasing the ghost Feeding the fix Ignoring our souls In these chains i can't be free I'm not doing drugs The drugs are doing me Sleeping in the streets So cold i can't feel my feet Chasing the ghost Feeding the fix Ignoring our souls