Eyes of a Ghost Lyrics

Dead beat,
Shoving stuff into our shopping carts
But we don't know the credit cards corners cut
Empty our pocuets to the same drain the paper
Bills originally game from
Save me
From basements and rooftops
Help me
I was buried under parking lots
take a look into my eyes now

take a look into the eyes of a ghost
reach out for my hands now
reach out for the hands of a ghost
Dead meat,
We're a shareholder's dream
Of little babies with prizetales on our foreheads
Gently, hold my wrist and feel my pulse
Slowly fading to the balkpound music
slept on the sidewall,
i've never felt so cold
I'll come back for what I left
Till pay back a lifetime theft
I'll come back for what is mine
This is was just one out of nine.