Ghost Story

Down Below, where the cold winds blow
Roots sustained from the blood that you flow
Hard to see, hard to see where you be at
Where we meet at
[digging?] for you there, but I knew you would be back
cant you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, Ima free that.

Down Below, where the cold winds blow
Roots sustained from the blood that you flow
Hard to see, hard to see where you be at
Where we meet at
[digging?] for you there, but I knew you would be back
cant you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, Ima free that.

Sittin in the same place, swingin on a swing
Playin all alone, dont know, wanna hear you sing
I can hear the screams and the whines and the moans
I can hear the dead men rattlin their bones
Turnin over tombs
Shame thats never gone
Spirit went to god, but the body stay at home.
Livin in regrets in a house with no exits
I will let you free, but a priest is your best bet.
You aint had no rest yet?
Aint you getting tired?
Hundred years of runnin, so much pain on the inside
Can I burn a candle? Shall I say a prayer?
Know you feel alone, no one sees you standin there

cant you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, Ima free that.
Free that, free that, free that.[repeats and fades]