"Ghostfriends float through February, faded, fallen
Colder winds through our hearts, faded, fallen
Skin melts back to reveal naught but black
within us all, withering the soul, breathe the pollen
Our life culminates within a crack, faded, fallen
Allergic to the dust, beings reek of reddish rust
We are the Ghostfriends, see us but we're not here
'cause we have so much fucking fear, the lights
they're on, but no one's home
You could say that we lost our hands, we can't
feel
'Cause we're the Ghostfriends and we aren't
real"
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