Bungl (Like a Ghost)

I look into the camera and feel black metal bulging behind blue eyes. I chose the other path, to be dead so when I held her she would feel me like a ghost. Sweet, sweet black metal running through my veins, running for their lives Sweet black metal toaring until the black tips off, such as life Feel me through the camera This is my inscription, this is my handwriting This is my gravestone, I put it on my back and carry it around.