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Ghosts Video (MV)




Performed By: Thomas
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Ian Fletcher




Thomas - Ghosts Lyrics




Some time till the wicked come
Go and get a gun
Blast shots then dip like a hit and run
Only way to rid of um
Got children keep them hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Some time till the wicked come
They can smell it huh
In the water like dripping blood
He calls and they're sikin um
Got vices keep um hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

I didn't mean to
Never really saw a need to
These ghosts have the mean to
Spin things round yeah let the track meet needle
Demeanor stayed peaceful
Even with the piece full
So it didn't seem evil
Sin seeds down take root quick fruit quite lethal
Placed in a circumstance
Well planned like a perfect dance
Split road like a fork in it
Tough choice like Morpheus
Take red and it's glorious
Take blue hold bliss in its formlessness
You know how the story is
Chose based on our origin
Know more than before us did hold close what the corpses miss
My ghosts all know that
Ghosts all for that
Slick lie format
Half truth told like an apple and a garden and the fall of the foreman
Talked up all the high effected
Down played all the side effect
These Ghosts pose a dire threat to blind what's best guide, the spider web, and guide us to our final breath

Some time till the wicked come
Go and get a gun
Blast shots then dip like a hit and run
Only way to rid of um
Got children keep them hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Some time till the wicked come
They can smell it huh
In the water like dripping blood
He calls and they're sikin um
Got vices keep um hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Why you laugh at?
Why you pass that?
Why you bring that loud no hazmat?
Where the gas mask? where the ghosts at? where the smoke at?
Never smoke that momma told that, that'll take me
That'll break me misguide reshape me with great speed no AC no chill
It'll taint me it'll make me miss God in the great scheme still they chase me
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Some time till the wicked come
Go and get a gun
Blast shots then dip like a hit and run
Only way to rid of um
Got children keep them hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Some time till the wicked come
They can smell it huh
In the water like dripping blood
He calls and they're sikin um
Got vices keep um hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

I didn't mean to
Never really saw a need to
These ghosts have the mean to
Spin things round yeah let the track meet needle
Demeanor stayed peaceful
Even with the piece full
So it didn't seem evil
Sin seeds down take root quick fruit quite lethal
Placed in a circumstance
Well planned like a perfect dance
Split road like a fork in it
Tough choice like Morpheus
Take red and it's glorious
Take blue hold bliss in its formlessness
You know how the story is
Chose based on our origin
Know more than before us did hold close what the corpses miss
My ghosts all know that
Ghosts all for that
Slick lie format
Half truth told like an apple and a garden and the fall of the foreman
Talked up all the high effected
Down played all the side effect
These Ghosts pose a dire threat to blind what's best guide, the spider web, and guide us to our final breath

Some time till the wicked come
Go and get a gun
Blast shots then dip like a hit and run
Only way to rid of um
Got children keep them hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Some time till the wicked come
They can smell it huh
In the water like dripping blood
He calls and they're sikin um
Got vices keep um hidden from
Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts

Why you laugh at?
Why you pass that?
Why you bring that loud no hazmat?
Where the gas mask? where the ghosts at? where the smoke at?
Never smoke that momma told that, that'll take me
That'll break me misguide reshape me with great speed no AC no chill
It'll taint me it'll make me miss God in the great scheme still they chase me
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Writer: Ian Fletcher
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