Ghost

What do you take me for?
A boy, a man or something in between?
How do you decide my worth
When you are equivalent to me?

Lead me to the pearly gates, let me look inside
I can see you in, the back of my mind
It disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right

So what's the point of what I do
When it all ends the same?
A six foot hole, a wooden box
A stone with my name
Carved in clear, a craftsman's touch
Just a message beneath
Telling everyone
Another fucking lie
Through my teeth

Lead me to the pearly gates, let me look inside
I can see you in, the back of my mind
It disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right, but just choose
To let the weak get
Bullied by the rich and powerful
Again, and again, and again
And it disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right

“Oh what a shame, he was so great.”
Let the weeping commence
And I'll be there, but just to listen
All the while I condense

Cause I'd rather be a ghost
Than lie with a cross above my head

I am the seed that you plant with every corpse
I exist just to prove you wrong
I am the seed that you plant with every corpse
I exist just to prove you wrong

Well my blood is pure, and I don't need your wine
And you can call him a savior, but you're fucking blind
Live your life by a book, bigotry and greed
If money is power, how much more do they need?
Well my blood is pure, and I don't need your wine
And you can call him a savior, but you're fucking blind
Live your life by a book, bigotry and greed
If money is power, how much more do they need?

(Maybe it's because I didn't pay my way in
Making each and every Sunday just a day full of sin
And you stand there at the altar just begging for change
But I've become the bad guy cause I'm begging for change
Maybe it's because I didn't pay my way in
Making each and every Sunday just a day full of sin
And you stand there at the altar just begging for change
But I've become the bad guy cause I'm begging for change)

And if cleanliness
Is next to godliness
Then I've got
Jesus beat

And I'd rather be a ghost
Than lie with a cross above my head

Lead me to the pearly gates, let me look inside
I can see you in, the back of my mind
It disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right
Lead me to the pearly gates, let me look inside
I can see you in, the back of my mind
It disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right, but just choose
To let the weak get
Bullied by the rich and powerful
Again, and again, and again
And it disgusts me, that you have
All of the means to
Make it right

Cause I'd rather be a ghost
Than lie with a cross above my head
Cause I'd rather be a ghost
And leave that book unread