Yeah... Uh I was listening to Solace and I heard this-this little sample... So I started making this beat so (Let's go) I don't hear the cretin call I don't see the curtain fall I don't leave the dirt at all I don't leave this grave I don't turn the page I don't see my face I don't know my name I don't know my name I don't know I'm a ghost... Wait Hold the fuck up for a minute Watch him dig himself up out a grave that he invented Mental state plagued with all these lazy intermissions Coughing up tar, chasing daisies into writtens Into daisy chains sitting where the hazy rain isn't hitting 88' quicker than a lazy day finished But the name the same ain't it? Pray to stay living, but dream of being dead Get filleted and make dinner But I guess that not all dreams come true (But I guess that not all dreams come true) And all the glitters ain't gold, until you finally get a brick And see those idioms and idiots dumb too Just like me Another fuckin' dimwit in the path Just another listener who doesn't get it and laughs So every letter, every scribble and scratch That he can fit on a pad Like every sentence is a tip of the hat Fuck that I don't live to see people die And I hope that I don't live to see my friends pass away I won't really live it all when the ends pass today I'll just sit back and say, "Well shit that was great." In a sarcastic tone, I don't take shit serious I'm always fucking joking when I'm speaking on a track Unless the central topic is defeating all my demons You can bet your bottom dollar might be facetious and it's whack But I don't mind a bit Blowing off steam when I'm rhyming shit Cause that's the only reason I even fucking started Alternate personas always are a bit controlling Even being me is easy, go leave me brokenhearted But I guess I'll get used to it Never did stoop To the level where you yellow-belly battle-scars are at Been the weakest link since I could barely even speak And I'll be hanging from a thread until the fabric starts to snap I don't hear the cretin call I don't see the curtain fall I don't leave the dirt at all I don't leave this grave I don't turn the page I don't feel see my face I don't know my name I don't know my name I don't know I'm a ghost...