| Her eyes are holy like a perfect crime | |
| I'm running slowly out of time | |
| And if you being hollow, it's just ghost a of me | |
| No news today, oh, how I feel | |
| I'm on my way to be common leaf | |
| And when you think you're hotty, it's just ghost a of me | |
| At the speed of light I'm going much too slow | |
| Can use the help of the million mad | |
| And nuclear bomb is a mine a-blow | |
| Has the wind not brain, you back again | |
| With the mouth wide-open, I have no voice | |
| As my life collapses without a noise | |
| When you feel surrounded, it's just ghost a of me | |
| At the speed of light I'm going much too slow | |
| Can use the help of the million mad | |
| And nuclear bomb is a mine a-blow | |
| Has the wind not brain, you back again |