Ghosts
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Out comes the gun
Let your mind pull the trigger
The echoing of this hallway become the ringing in my ears
Find myself alone
What else will i hear
Turn around and walk in different directions
Its like you never even knew my name
But the scent still lingers
The taste is still on my fingers
The footprints of the dead will come for you
And fill you with a sense of dread
Meet me in the middle
Ill leave you with a last gift
With me ill never leave your side
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