Sup, Muscles? - Something about ghosts | Текст песни

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Will you pick up the pieces when I break?
Sweep me up and scatter me
Burn me up or bury me
Put me in a box and throw me out

I'm already half way there
and my time is always running out
the sand is slipping through my fingers now

I see you but you don't know I'm there
I may as well be gone
You can't break me down
because I'm already dead

I am a ghost
You're the living

After all these fucking years
you see how far I've come
but you still try to break me down
every fucking day
but I'm not gonna take it anymore

The minimum effort
the maximum reward
The eyes that see the back of my fucking face
The health that I lose
The case that I am
please join us because we are…

I am a ghost
You're the living

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