Corinna Fugate

Chasing The Ghost

Corinna Fugate


CHASING THE GHOST

My eyes are tired from the things i've seen 
My mouth is dry from tasting poisoned leaves 
I've been in a haze of green 
Like needles in my skin 
Feels like i could bleed 

Chasing the ghost 
Feeding the fix 
Ignoring our souls 

Passing the cup 
Making it last til the last drop 
Passing the pipe 
Oh my god we're losing this fight 

Chasing the ghost 
Feeding the fix 
Ignoring our souls 

In these chains i can't be free 
I'm not doing drugs 
The drugs are doing me 
Sleeping in the streets 
So cold i can't feel my feet 

Chasing the ghost 
Feeding the fix 
Ignoring our souls