Giving Up Your Ghosts - OH, MANHATTAN

I question your integrity but I keep it to myself

Overdose is imminent but only time can tell

So long, I’ll see you in hell

With all the other jezebels who traded their affections for shotgun shells

I know one boy who won’t sleep alone tonight

Accompanied by heroin and slipping self pride

Just keep up your head, and try to be polite

This will be over real soon

Dear god my friends are dead tell me what you’ve done with them

Engraved on marble walls, they’re just ghosts of old graveyards

And I’m making there mistakes even knowing what I know I’m tired of screaming

At myself with this microphone

Well we’ve spent half our lives trying to chase down our highs, and god knows

we’ve

Caught them one to many times

I’ve never felt so dead and alive, then he looked at me with blood shot eyes

I’ve got the needle if you’ve got the stuff, I said I’m giving up my ghosts he

said

You’ll never have enough

He got that shit from jersey, it’s the best you’ll find, he didn’t know it’d

kill him but

The thought must have crossed his mind

Shot up through my veins, chemicals to my brain

I’m coming to see you again

Shot up through my veins, chemicals to my brain

I’m coming up to see you I’ll be there in a matter of days

I’ll find the answers I’ve been meaning to find

Because I am awaiting my time

Until ascension to the silver line

To find that there is nothing to find

And that death is why we were designed