Once fell in love with someone
who put junk in their veins
blood paints art through the jugular pain
my brain sprung from the childish game
when our lips once touched
while she was on that succulent plane
pumped with lust
like it’s my time to be saved
slave to the passion
primed to be laid, so I cashed in
from what I thought was true love
born from chasing the dragon
there’s no escape an addict won’t stand in
whispers in the dark, closed caption
going from taste to taste
love song to a ghost crashing
hoping the rush stayed forever lasting
Pour a drink and raise it up, ghost
Roll a blunt and blaze it up, ghost
Love letters to the lost
can’t make it up
can’t make it up
can’t make it up
Writing ghost love letters
return to sender
in the death of friendships
and the art of dead enders
focused strain through the words
living, the great pretenders
surrounded by the stench
for as long as I can remember
my lyrics live as my breath of life
only a few will enter
for how long? Who’s to say
not much time or room to stay
this is for Gajah, shout to Dumile
living behind the mask
wondering what DOOM will play
god soothes the pain
weed mutes the brain
while the sun in my heart
disputes the rain