What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me, he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on your knees and pray, panic is on the way!
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a God ,would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul?
After an exhausting week, I am done. I'm looking forward to the weekend. Relaxing is fun. I did lose my mind a few times this week, panicked a little (reference to title a must) and enjoyed the absolute insanity of the world that I have immersed myself in.