Ghosts and Demons.Mature

The mellow pain of being smart.

Chorus;

     Ghosts and Demons are so misleading, they hope we see them as though we need them, if you don't know what I mean then I'm hopelessly speaking but I wont quit my speach man, I've grown through my dreams and i'm home and i've deepened a new soul has beamed in, I hold to a freakish, no good genius. My ghosts and Demons are so misleading, they hope you see them as though you need them, if you don't know what I mean then I'm hopelessly speaking but I wont quit my speach man, I've grown through my dreams and I'm home and I'bve deepened a new soul has beramed in, I hold to a fiend that's, so good a genius.

Verse;

     Have you ever walked around and wondered where you've gone?? It's fucked up. man I've never wondered out, I topple then get lost, I must just stand right near the thundering clouds, it's awful I call for a round of justice. I can't just budge this fanatic cunt that's banished up in my manic nut 'cos I manage of his sporadoc loveless madness I love it, I can't just budge it. I mustn't, why smash it?? what has it done?? has it happened to grab some talent and back up his imagination with some mad shit that saves him from going bad within his brain, not holding back until the pain goes exactly through his veins, bolts his back into the shape of a zigxagged figure eight, until; it snaps in every place. Man I'm up then I'm down this crap is nuts, shit spipns around, don't matter how bad you're drowning, it'll pound you around then l;eave you out for devouring the vultures are eating out again, your scalp and then your mouth and neck, they're roudy and they're out for death. I wont be beaten by Ghosts and Demons, I know I'm weak but I'll grow and reach the pole possition, I wont bequeath, my soul is deep the whole of me is like poetry, like do-ray-me, yet so crazy, there's loads of me, we hold and we're free and we're so fucking wierd, and I know that it's concieted but this hopelessness I need it. Ghosts and Demons can show us deepness, we'll let go of all our weaknessess, I know that I should preach this shit. I'll show you what I mean by this, don't make no decisions just, slow your brain from thjinking stuff, go in a state of freedom from, everyday shiot, and lay, stand up, or sit, that haziness that emits is breaking the limits and it's taking you so let it, then pray you dont forghet and if today you're at a depth that only a few can get then you're chosen and you can bet I'm hoping for you to get back we both can let our senses treck past the emptyness getting us to level up, when we should be welling up on everything that interests us. hell isn't the end of us, Heaven ain't the end either, a spell is in the airs ether, the Devils friends and heavens staff. That's when you see the friends you've lost when you think your sense has lost, bedlams got a head that's hot, it dresses up 'cos it's really not. Deep inside the Demons mind that we see in life if we seek we find some freedom inside it, me I like it, I keep it right near my weakest psyche. I'm feeling like it's immunsing the deep blue sky what I see at night revealing lights of a thin blue line keeping intwined each thing in life. We live this life in desguise, what's hid from sight?? An endless time, or a better type of pressured mind?? Man I think I'm dead, I've died.   

Chorus;

     Ghosts and Demons are so misleading, they hope we see them as though we need them, if you don't know what I mean then I'm hopelessly speaking but I wont quit my speach man, I've grown through my dreams and i'm home and i've deepened a new soul has beamed in, I hold to a freakish, no good genius. My ghosts and Demons are so misleading, they hope you see them as though you need them, if you don't know what I mean then I'm hopelessly speaking but I wont quit my speach man, I've grown through my dreams and I'm home and I'bve deepened a new soul has beramed in, I hold to a fiend that's, so good a genius.   

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