Haunted کے بول

ive got, a narrow scope of vision theres mosters crowding my periphery im enraged, and i am on a mission im haunted, i have a ghost in me i have a journal and its next to my bed it catches nightmares as they drip from my head i try to read them but theyre written in code buning up the pages from the weight of the motherload who walks down these halls living vicariously through the soles of her feet who traces her fingers along theses walls who makes the floorboards creek i love you, i love you i dont say those words cause they never sound real i love you, i love you i dont have a body and i cant even feel ive got to makes it home by midnight im alive, but i have lost my eyesight i once was running and i tripped and fell a bible thumped me and i slipped in to hell i turned around and i pulled out my hair cause all the christians were there