Cris Pinzauti - Ghost

Write a song about loneliness
It will be a song of fear
Sell your soul to queen emptiness
Whose creepy words are here
I wanna find a place where no one knows you
Not a voice at night that calls you
Tear away your page from my book
I can't stand a single word about you
Not a goddamn day without you
That's the mud that I am going tru
My head in hands I try to see
Spare parts of future among my feet
My head in hands I try to see
Spare parts of future
I'm living with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm talking to your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm sleeping with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm fuckin' with your ghost 'cause I'm dead you see
Several times I could face the wall
With my bleeding fist and let it crawl
On the bottom of my silence
For the times you looked right in my eyes
You the devil in disguise
I play the card of the survivor
My head in hands I try to see
Spare parts of future among my feet
My head in hands I try to see
Spare parts of future
I'm living with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm talking to your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm sleeping with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm fuckin' with your ghost 'cause I'm dead you see
Write a song about loneliness
It will be a song of fear
Sell your soul to queen emptiness
Whose creepy words are here
Face the truth in the mirror
Face a lie with pain
Close your heart in a golden cage
And throw in the pit the key
In the pit the key
I'm living with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm talking to your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm sleeping with your ghost 'cause you're dead to me
I'm fuckin' with your ghost 'cause I'm dead you see

Written by:
Cristiano Pinzauti

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