Letra da Música Ghost Writer de Fleeting Circus

Lives separate
Words to invade
Your true face will come out
It's your trial before the crowd
And you want this
And you can't resist
Gag, gag what you have to take
You can't blame who you ghostly paid
The spotlight is too close now
Capsized shit! You got owned
Past lives don't matter
Maybe you shouldn't get so
Get so

A shortcut through your front lobe
Won't take time to control you
Young blood bending on their knees
I'll be watching from the first seat
And you want this
And you can't resist
Hurts more than you can imagine
Soon you'll see that all your

Glories are fake
Comes and goes

(Chorus)
Hold on to your truth
Don't sell it
Years will make it worth
The fight it took for you to pour
Your heart on this