I made a deal with the devil.
I tried denying they are real, but I feel them tearing inside me.
The preachers of the church, they're praying for me.
Dead-eyed poltergeist, pitch black, so cold.
And I know they just don't give a fuck cause oh, they are the ghosts of the attic.
Say it like you mean it, then let us go, let us go.
Act like you can't see them, or this will be the death of us.
Kiss me like you love me, just one more time, one more time.
And make-believe that I believe, that I sleep alone at night.
The preachers of the church, they're praying for me.
Dead-eyed poltergeist, pitch black, so cold.
And I know they just don't give a fuck cause oh, they are the ghosts of the attic.
Say it like you mean it, then let us go, let us go.
Act like you can't see them, or this will be the death of us.
Kiss me like you love me, just one more time, one more time.
And make-believe that I believe, that I sleep alone at night.
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