There's a ghost inside between the pink and cyan, I

Blame his guts for my failed desires

Prints a page of worth in the first person scrawl

Enough to convince them I'm a fraud

Please believe me

I'm being honest in my self

But his words they don't do me justice

Banged my head on a wall

Thought about what a future holds

I'm his scapegoat, I'm a scapegoat

Paced around

And calibrate

Before I'm losing half my faith

No sense of a logic

No sense of a sense

As he digs my textual grave

Paced around

And calibrate

Before I'm losing all my faith

No sense of a logic

No sense of a sense

As he digs my textual grave