Ghost - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I fuss and fight my curiosity

With welcome arms and frightened fingers, twitched anxiety

Here it comes, a clean slate, picture perfect, no mistakes

How am I to keep from blemishing this masterpiece?

How am I to know?

As a boy, I watched the world through broken eyes

Given to me by a man, his wife, and all they had disguised

Uncertainty now keeps me asking how I’ll lead the most

As they became, or will I teach the examples of their ghost?

Free me

From this body

I just wanna, wanna be on the outside

Looking in (on you...)

Free me

From this body

I just wanna, wanna be on the outside

Looking in

Free me