The ghosts that follow me aren't happy they're sad And depressed discouraged from right to left they don't care what your gonna say they couldn't care less the demons in all of us are working in our eyes making sparks fly And making the earth wither And die but these ghosts shall never cry cause according too me they only ever sleep in a pool of hatred And devourment but not only are they ghosts they're spirits that **** us all And will let us crash,fall And burn in a demension of another kind.