Lyrics
Should I decide
I'm already a ghost
Would it not be true
If nobody knows?
If your hair stands up
My work is fulfilled
I just float around
Looking for chills
All concern for how I am perceived
Lies behind the eyes of the beholder
The more I age, the less I believe
The world could get any colder
There's no way hell could be worse
Than being on this goddamn earth
So sink or get up
Time won't give a fuck
And there is never enough