Bungl (Like a Ghost)

I look into the camera and feel black metal

bulging behind blue eyes.

I chose the other path, to be dead

so when I held her she would feel me like a ghost.

Sweet, sweet black metal

running through my veins, running for their lives

Sweet black metal toaring

until the black tips off, such as life

This is my inscription,

this is my handwriting

This is my gravestone,

I put it on my back and carry it around.