Death Is Not a Parallel Move

All of my thoughts come from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost All of my thoughts come from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost All of my thoughts come from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Don't be afraid Lille Venn of violence I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you Don't be afraid Lille Venn of my troubled mind I'm just poisoning you a little With my gloom There's far too much light and noise It happens to be not so nice I must numb I must shatter I must diffuse This fractured consciousness This soft abuse The identity I composed out of terror has become oppressive now I must (deny) defy (defeat) this dark assignment I'm over it now I'm so over it now Don't be afraid lille vän of violence I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind I'm just poisoning you a little Every day