Ihysteria
Ghost house
[Verse 1]
There's so many things appearing.
Shadows, I see eighty.
Ghouls appear, don't faze me.
I think they all hate me.
I think I'm going crazy.
There swarming me, warning me.
I feel perplexed, they said " your next. "
They wanna start land fires, they hate vampires.
Lights and sight go out, what now ?
This darkness makes me feel isolated.
Might go, hate it.
Sight comes back.
I see the ghost and shadows tearing the place.
It's dark, but not to dark.
Dirty floor, so much gore.
Cracked pavement.
So much enslavement.
I walk down, I think I'm at the basement.
I see a body, eye in his ear, fingers near his rear.
Bunch of displacement, they ain't coming back.
Embrace it.
I hear a demon talking to a man.
The man got hit with a scythe.
Ripped legs and arms.
Continue to beg, you won't get far.
I patrol the dark.
[Verse 2]
Got him tortured, distorted.
Chop him up, get him deported.
I got a flow I experiment.
A cold I experience.
Being pessimistic is the best, realistic.
Funny seeing you sad, I'm sadistic.
Ghost figure, so mystic.
But your the one who said it.
I really thought you meant it.
You're scent hit, domestic.
Hear the screams.
Far from dreams.
So endless it seems.
I've been stuck in a dream.
one I can't leave.
Such a long line, I have to spend a long time.
Human corpse, so divine.
Drift away, no gift today.
Hear the sound of a violin.
Makes me so violent.
Thrashing noise, crashing voice.
Hearing the destroy, gives me much joy.
I'm a fallen angel, get the angle.

[Verse 3]
Flow so cold, I'm a ghost.
I'm not home though.
Cracked paint, smell so bad I might faint.
They love disaster, want it faster.
Pulling my strings, puppet masters.
This place can't be real, just pulling me by a reel.
I left for a sec, now I don't know what's left.
There all killing by any means.
There's bodies tortured.
Lined up, in order.
Lives distorted, minds imported.
Corpse dented, born demented.
Man killed his own spouse.
Maniacs here, you should've known now.
Ghost getting blown out.
No doubt they'll get a roast shout.
Grossed out my mouth.
Don't die now.
This a ghost house.