I've been in this dingy cell with the same vengeful spirits ever since I first learned how to break the law

I've been down dark back-alleys with ghosts that wear their ******-riddled heart on their sleeve with pride

I live in the graveyard with nothing but phantoms

if I had more bodies I'd give them out like candy
to all these wandering and crying souls
desperate to feel real again

but I don't,
all I still have is a tiny bit of spirit

so I'll give that out instead