Ghosted

Ghosted, ghosted
you'll always get ghosted
ashes to ashes
until your bodies roasted,
no body loves you
until you are a ghost kid,
then everybody cries
when your body decomposes.

Rings around my eyes
and a casket full of roses.
not a single friend in sight,
when the coffin finally closes,
and it comes as no surprise
aint got no pocket full of posies,
have a posse full of posers
and a plague that's so delightful,
sort of spiteful
that's my right though
grab my blade cuz fuck a rifle,
Halloween,
cause I'm like Mike though,
close your eyes,
cause I'm an eyeful.
Something Wicked This Way Comes.
so your bitch ass better run.
It's the season of the witches.
Slice so deep no use for stitches.

Ghosted, ghosted
you'll always get ghosted
ashes to ashes
until your bodies roasted,
no body loves you
until you are a ghost kid,
then everybody cries
when your body decomposes.