Phantom Spirit

When the short cut
Ends up the wrong route
What will you do
Let's see what you're about
Consequences bleed you dry
Phantom spirit
Tell by the eyes
Distant lengths
From what you once were
Constant damage
You're left impure
It slips away
Into a blur
How will you manage
Thoughts that aren't your own

Doomsday clock ticking away
It's a wrong world full of pain n decay
Plague and corruption all over the globe
Still it's Three Knee Deep
Til the world blow
Scraping at the bottom of the plate
Blaming fate
It's nowhere safe
As the end day approaches
The weak get fed to the rats and roaches

Thoughts that's aren't your own