I listen closely to the ghosts within me 👻 (lyrics and music by Nik List)

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I listen closely to the ghosts within me
I’m on parole, 
building my case, playing my role, 
making my plea. 
Whatever I do, I do it diligently 
I’m haunted, guilty, bonded by their committee
Which shall it be? 
A sane man in an insane world?
Or the other way around?
Care to explain? Let me expound
Gimme a minute, I’ll break it down
I levitate, inches above ground
I have plenty on my plate 
For I carry their weight by the pound
I hear them deliberate 24/7
Day and night, all year round
In mono, stereo, dolby surround
These words aren’t mine
Here I am, running blind,
Monitoring ghouls and tapping their grapevine
What name should I sign?
A fool, but one of a kind
Is he in or out of his mind?
I’m not a gift, I’m more of a grind
Should they speak in my stead?
Should I stay in bed?
Feed’em bread
Breed them purebred?
Or just sit in silence instead? 
My heathen heart, 
The holy spot where demons rot
I have voices in my head, 
I have voices in my heart
Good luck telling them apart
But what are my choices
Curating noises and channeling cryptic art?
I write what I hear
I hear what they say
I’m stuck in this musical theater, 
This bellowing ballet
I’m just a ghost realtor
Echoing a delay
I host ghosts, check my throat
What’s your diagnose?
Are they ten or twenty?
My funk now sounds funky
I feel drunk, my mind’s a monkey
This junk’s a drug and I’m a junkie
Should I skip town, flee the country?
Think the ghosts would hunt me?
Switch my ID, get plastic surgery
That’s not a plan, it’s a plea
I need a plan G for my plan B
Fulfill my destiny
I hear bleeding angels, dripping from the sky
Let’s turn the tables, maybe they’ll teach us to fly
I’m grateful to have these spirits in supply
Get me a polygraph, see? 
I’m stable, I’m unable to lie
I’m a channel, a funnel
Light me a candle for I share my skin with a double
Can’t seem to get a handle on my sonic struggle
Get me voodoo dolls, drugs
To untangle this mental jungle
They say I need rest
That it’s all for the best
But I’ve done all the scans
And I’ve taken the tests
Now, I bless the unrest
So, drop the speech therapist
Get me a genuine exorcist
A ghostbuster specialist
Get me some one to burn wax in my church
Someone lax who can give me a lurch
Some who, brass tacks, can show me what I search
Cause I’ve been overtaxed since my birth

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