Polterzeitgeist (Explicit)

Polterzeitgeitz - Sage Francis

Why you goin' around trying to keep people outta hell

I'm goin' around trying to keep the hell outta people

Your evil sends chills through my bones

And it flows through the back roads of arteries

Genetic mammary fights technology

Administered by moral midgets

This picket sign's in my eyes when they strike

You'll wanna talk business

Note to self: go for self go for broke

No one else ever showed you the ropes or helped

And what are they supposed to do

Of course they gotta rebuild every wall

That you broke on through

Drugs won't get my thoughts running

I need them to make thoughts stop coming

Last night I had dream I shot somone

When I awoke my hands were

Full of the fluid my heart's pumping

I went to get it tested

The doctor was not so interested in analyzing the message

He had a pill that if he issues out

He gets paid on the side got a lifetime supply

Maybe he's the ghost and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

And maybe I'm the ghost and maybe he's the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

Fell into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch

Tired of the shift sipping Listerine night caps

Disguised her voice with the breath of a clean slate

Awake every morning to the death of my dream date

Selling sex to cheapskates with rusty blades

F**k it forget and call it layaway

Got an addiction to thin ice

The whisper of wind pipes

I'm mister insight

The social costume's skin tight

Nah I don't believe in you

And you don't believe that I'm leaving you

As you shrink away to nothing in my rear view

Too close to call

Too far to be hearing you

Singing my melody I heard it subconsciously

You spoke in your sleep

And it sounded like honesty

When you awoke you said it was not for me

I said "Oh I know obviously"

You're not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo

And I rocked this solo

Now you gots to go go

Maybe he's the ghost and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

And maybe I'm the ghost and maybe you're the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

Maybe you're a ghost and I'm the conduit

The kinda thread in every superficial compliment

The loose string in your moral fabric

Holding your logic hopelessly romantic

And (moves sonic)

Leaving notes for the next to come

Written in blood from the wound that they'll exit from

I don't compose rows or sonnets

I just write like my life depends on it

Front like I'm agnostic but I don't believe in you

You got a transparent nature that I'm seeing through

Somebody spiked the punch that you beat me to

Sometimes I'm not even sure it's even you

Maybe you're a ghost and maybe I'm the host

The polterzietgeist who knows the right price

To pay the priest to release me from these ropes