Paper Ghosts

Money stacks tall, pyramid schemes

Foldin’ dirty paper, corruptin’ dreams

Hustle so raw, it cuts through seams

A king with no crown, chasing gleams

Blood on the green, the ink don’t fade

Coffin-lid deals in the shadow parade

Counting these bills, but the soul unpaid

Golden chains drag like a debt we made

Money, drugs, sex, and death

Breathless whispers steal my breath

The paper ghosts, they haunt my chest

What’s the price to feel possessed?

Drugs in the veins, venom in the bite

High’s a short fuse, then it’s goodnight

Dancing with the devil under neon light

Each hit’s a gamble, Russian roulette’s invite

Sex like a weapon, hearts turned to stone

Bodies collide, but the soul’s alone

Pleasure feels hollow when it’s overthrown

Chasing a spark, but the fire’s gone

Death’s the collector, no IOUs

Clock ticks loud, can’t hit snooze

Life’s a gamble, always lose

In the end, we pay our dues