Outta gas

I seen  then  I seen some more I seen  the most.
I've died and have become a ghost ,
When I thought love was the most,
I seen the other post.

Right before me it happens ,
I feel an explosion and the walls cracking.
My fist begans to burn
Here approaches my turn.

I'm in a spell but I can tell even smell everything I felt..
How is this shit delt.


I hear everything from a pin drop to a bing bang ,,
There's just one small thing,
I keep calling but the phone just rang rang rang .
Guess I'm not I'm just a fling..

Love is just a thing off the past ,if I'm a survive I need to woop some ass ,I hope this chaos doesn't last,
But with my curse put nothing past.

Industrial retrowave