[Intro]
[Verse 1]
(Stammering, trembling)
Iā¦ I stand hereā¦ in this shop of shadows,
Gh-gh-ghost talesā¦ and satireā¦ (gulps) my trade.
Th-the sign creaksā¦ āStoriesā¦ or Lies,ā
But my throatā¦ chokesā¦ on the mess Iāve made.
(Struggling, voice cracks)
C-customersā¦ whisperā¦ āSpeak, cowardly bard!ā
My lips quiverā¦ words crumbleā¦ like ash.
A heroās nameā¦ but aā¦ a traitorās tongue,
I spitā¦ (chokes) at their feetā¦ mid-madnessās c***hā¦
[Chorus]
(Halting, breathless)
Ohhhā¦ courage wearsā¦ a st-st-stutterās cloak,
In this hallā¦ of mockingā¦ echoes I d***n.
Gh-ghosts jeerā¦ as my voiceā¦ breaks the air,
A baritoneā¦ tremblingā¦ beneath the crownā¦
[Verse 2]
(Unsteady, gasping)
Theyā¦ they craveā¦ satireās biteā¦ or a specterās wail,
But Iā¦ I flinchā¦ at the coins they toss.
My hands shakeā¦ as inkā¦ bleeds to page,
Aā¦ a man of talesā¦ whoāsā¦ hopelessly lostā¦
(Spitting syllables)
Iā¦ I hackā¦ a laughā¦ (coughs) like a dagger unsung,
Sputter rhymesā¦ through aā¦ a storm of dread.
āGh-ghost Stories!āā¦ myā¦ my anthem of shame,
Each wordā¦ a w*rā¦ foughtā¦ in my headā¦
[Bridge]
(Wavering, near-silent)
Theā¦ the legends sayā¦ heā¦ he stoodā¦ unafraid,
But Iā¦ I crumbleā¦ whereā¦ legends expire.
Satireās bladeā¦ bendsā¦ in myā¦ nervous grip,
And theā¦ the ghostsā¦ theyā¦ they demandā¦ their liarā¦
[Outro]
