Calumet Hawk - lorn gHosts

(Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss)
(Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe)

Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark
Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark

Think I got depressed 'fore they got cold
That surely worsened things, yet I go on
Think I got obsessed with what they've done (for real)
Sob behind my hands, that's self-control (yeah)
Know they've kept a mask, no carnival (yeah)
I've believed in them for way too long
They just played with fire like Scevola (for real)
They thought that was a game like Super Bowl

Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark
Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark

I been rappin' 'bout 'em hoes
Almost simpin'
That was awkward as fuck
Should stop pleasin' chicks
Vacillate and totter
Stagger but won't fall like pendants
Vacillate and wander
With no faith unlike the pilgrims
I believed in people, they deceived me, fuck
I can't fit in teams that stab each other's lungs
You act like you're real, tho you're not
Y'all turned your backs on me
Like you were Bell and Dutch

Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark
Accepted my own pain, it's been a loss
Anguish makes me faint, choke in my woe
I don't even pray to any Lord (yeah)
Feel like it's a waste, no one's gon' hark

(Oh, I can feel the woe)
(Oh, I can feel the woe)
(I can feel the woe)
(Will we follow the glow?)
(We been on the road)
(We miss our folk)
(Now we feel the ghosts)
(We got betrayed, so where's the aureole?)
(Where's our aureole?)
(Now we feel the ghosts)
(We're transparent as a ghost)
(Almost feel like ghosts)

Written by:
Matteo Favaron

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