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Polterzeitgeist Lyrics - Li(f)e - Sage Francis

Why you goin' around, trying to keep people outta hell? 

I'm goin' around, trying to keep the hell outta people 

 

Your evil sends chills through my bones 

And it flows through the back roads of arteries 

Genetic mammary fights technology 

Administered by moral midgets 

This picket sign's in my eyes, when they strike 

You'll wanna talk business 

Note to self: go for self, go for broke 

No one else ever showed you the ropes or helped 

and what are they supposed to do? 

Of course they gotta rebuild every wall that you broke on through 

Drugs wont get my thoughts running, 

I need them to make thoughts stop coming 

Last night I had dream I shot somone 

When I awoke my hands were full of the fluid my heart's pumping 

I went to get it tested, 

the doctor was not so interested in analyzing the message 

He had a pill, that if he issues out 

He gets paid on the side, got a lifetime supply 

 

(hook) 

Maybe he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the host 

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price 

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes 

And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe he's the host 

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price 

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes 

 

Fell into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch 

Tired of the shift sipping Listerine night caps 

Disguised her voice with the breath of a clean slate 

Awake every morning to the death of my dream date 

Selling sex to cheapskates with rusty blades 

Fuck it, forget and call it layaway 

Got an addiction to thin ice 

The whisper of wind pipes 

I'm mister insight, 

The social costume's skin tight 

Nah, I don't believe in you 

And you don't believe that I'm leaving you 

As you shrink away to nothing in my rear view 

Too close to call, 

Too far to be hearing you 

Singing my melody I heard it subconsciously 

You spoke in your sleep, 

And it sounded like honesty 

When you awoke you said it was not for me 

I said "Oh, I know, obviously" 

You're not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo 

And I rocked this solo 

Now you gots to go... go! 

 

Maybe he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the host 

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price 

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes 

And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe you're the host 

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price 

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes 

 

Maybe you're a ghost, and I'm the conduit 

The kinda thread in every superficial compliment 

The loose string in your moral fabric 

Holding your logic, hopelessly romantic 

And (moves sonic?) 

Leaving notes for the next to come 

Written in blood from the wound that they'll exit from 

I don't compose rows or sonnets, 

I just write like my life depends on it 

Front like I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you 

You got a transparent nature that I'm seeing through 

Somebody spiked the punch that you beat me to 

Sometimes I'm not even sure it's even you 

 

Maybe you're a ghost, and maybe I'm the host 

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price 

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes