Felt like the ghost in the world of paper dolls,
More even like the ghost in my own machine,
I was the ghost running through time and space,
And the world became a noise, a distraction to be in.
People being the fragment of fire, barely a cinder,
It never mattered because I was the gasoline,
Soul was silent, chill in my blood,
Coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still.
......
Felt like the ghost in the world of paper dolls,
More even like the ghost in my own machine,
I was the ghost running through time and space,
And the world became a noise, a distraction to be in.
People being the fragment of fire, barely a cinder,
It never mattered because I was the gasoline,
Soul was silent, chill in my blood,
Coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still.
......