(Intro)
Hello Mr. Gaudet
Let’s stop and take a moment to discuss
Your diagnosis
Hmm, it appears you’re an addict, you’re depressed, your manic
And even a little schizophrenic
Please don’t take offense, but
Now is the time to panic

(Verse 1)
Now let’s step back
Before I started to rap
And look at the fact
That I was a hopeless
Romantic feeling so frantic
These insecurities caused by impurity
Thoughts that are flushing my mind
Just making me blind
From the mask I wear
Every singlе day
I gotta figure out a way
To show you
What I actually look like
A strange human bеing
With the knowledge of deceiving
When I’m wrong I look right
Every single fact is another act
Manifested and projected by my own spite
I’m smarter than a whip
But I need to get a grip
Before I start to look and trip
And then I’ll really have a fit and then I’ll need to get a kit
Of Nalaxone, Thorazine, and a self-medicated hit

(Chorus)
I live like a Ghost while being your host
While we toast and we boast
Laughing and making our jokes
Until I’m broke
And I’m homeless
Guess were done
That’s all folks
I suppose we can keep this going
For a couple more years
Exposing your fears
For the crowd to see
You’re on trial, you better believe

(Verse 2)
So you thought you were stable
Directly hooked like a cable
Until the books you read were more than just a fable
Now you are frayed and unable
To keep your thoughts from sitting in a cradle
And expanding to psychotic themes
That will make you believe
In neurotic dreams
You are nothing but make Belief
Wearing Maybelline
Drinking your self up full of booze and lean
Making yourself all rude and mean
Smoking and eating that lovely green
Causing your Psychosis
Am I’m running out of doses
It’s hopeless
The dope is making me choke
And making me broke all just from a bloody toke
Now it’s time to revoke

The thoughts in my mind
Gotta stop and rewind
Need to buy some time
Before I miss that chime
Of the bell that is telling me
WAKE UP QUINTON
BEFORE YOU DIE THIS TIME
And end up riding in an ambulance
With the lights off
Shaking from the turbulence
To the point you're dead and then you'll be
Just a Write Off
Exploring your head, extorting each thread

(Chorus)
I live like a Ghost while being your host
While we toast and we boast
Laughing and making our jokes
Until I’m broke
And I’m homeless
Guess were done
That’s all folks
I suppose we can keep this going
For a couple more years
Exposing your fears
For the crowd to see
You’re on trial, you better believe
(Verse 3)
Every single second ticking
All these people will be tripping
About a song I wrote 10 years ago
You don’t even know how it healed my flow
My mind is prepped, it’s ready to go
To expose the past of this person
Who has worsened the earth like a curse that is lurking
On a path that is hurting
And bursts at the first
Sight of a bird taking flight
Flying through the wind with all it’s might
Not even caring about it’s fright
Of the heights so far, so shallow yet deep
The nights are so dark and fucking weak
Without the light to give it
A place to seek
That is unique
With a streak that is sleek
And will make your physique
Look like a mangled freak
Comparted To the beast that peeks through his own mystique
And the words that he speaks
Formed from a technique
That will never hit its peak
With these rhymes that I constantly tweak
With a noise that squeaks
We await your critique
Am I a rare antique or am I the type
To sneak out on a bleak release
With a soft kiss on the cheek

(Chorus)
I live like a Ghost while being your host
While we toast and we boast
Laughing and making our jokes
Until I’m broke
And I’m homeless
Guess were done
That’s all folks
I suppose we can keep this going
For a couple more years
Exposing your fears
For the crowd to see
You’re on trial, you better believe