the past is haunting me is haunting me here like a ghost the kind that takes its time it takes its time and kills you slow under a dim light down a dark hallway it whispers give up now and let the rest die in vain always waiting quietly to put an end to my misery with infallible conviction it steals the air i breathe from my lungs and when the crows fall dead at your feet you ll know the ghost has come to claim what it needs and when the crows fall dead at your feet you ll know the ghost has come to claim what it needs this ghost is inescapably relentless and it s clear to me that this will never end forever repeating inside my head it says always waiting quietly to put an end to my misery with infallible conviction it steals the air i breathe from my lungs and when the crows fall dead at your feet you ll know the ghost has come to claim what it needs and when the crows fall dead at your feet you ll know the ghost has well i don t believe in ghosts i don t believe in ghosts i don t believe in ghosts i don t believe in ghosts