Ghosts Over Your Shoulder

Bullet riddled riddles
waiting to meet death in the middle
traveling roads to no answers
no cure for cancer
6am time to be a slave to the masters
high blood pressure
short of breath
slowly dying from the stress
I could care less
pumped full of drinks and cigarettes
hoping my brain disconnects
when there's nothing left
hold for exposure
ghosts over my shoulder
ghost in the shell
frozen in hell
I'm 32 it hurts to move
pop these pills
lay still
God's coming for the kill
watch the world burn
for the thrill that's ill


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