My head is full of ghosts, but I'm no revenant,
Despite my resident's rivalry.
And I'll be the faithful pilot
On our blind trajectory.
Do you wanna know a secret?
Will you hold it close and dear?
This will not be made apparent,
But you and I are not alone in here.
My head is full of ghosts. No apparition.
A partition from the host.
A temple of cognition
And forbidden to approach.
Oh, to hell with superstition.
There's a stranger in the house.
I don't need no exorcism.
I need a key and the lock is inside out.
Now meta-cognition is just intuition.
And dreamers, we'll bark at the moon.
The weaver's unknown by the loom.
My head is full of ghosts and I'm the pilot
Of ultra-violent ancestry.
And I'll destroy these passersby
With zest and artistry.
Ghost, part apparition,
A partition from the host.
A temple of the hidden
And unbidden to approach.