My head is full of ghosts, but I'm no revenant, Despite my resident's rivalry. And I'll be the faithful pilot On our blind trajectory. Do you wanna know a secret? Will you hold it close and dear? This will not be made apparent, But you and I are not alone in here. My head is full of ghosts. No apparition. A partition from the host. A temple of cognition And forbidden to approach. Oh, to hell with superstition. There's a stranger in the house. I don't need no exorcism. sponsored links I need a key and the lock is inside out. Now meta-cognition is just intuition. And dreamers, we'll bark at the moon. The weaver's unknown by the loom. My head is full of ghosts and I'm the pilot Of ultra-violent ancestry. And I'll destroy these pa**ersby With zest and artistry. Ghost, part apparition, A partition from the host. A temple of the hidden And unbidden to approach.