Yo I'm flowin' thru the hallways of my Ghost Ship
And I always see the same fuckin' old shit,
But you know, It's not ya average shit that ya eyes catch every day,
In my case you will astray in these grey like ashtray hallways like in a maze,
In my case somethin' changes settings of the brains,
In my case ya ass will become amazed
By the place that will erase a smile of your face..
...But then It can put it BACK!
...All depends on the way you gonna ack
So I got imagination to play with delay
Haven't seen the Sun since moved away from the bay,
You'd better pray or you will decay in these hallways
Become enlightened when we reach the Doorgates
And I always say to myself:
"We will survive on this ghost board if we stay insane...
....Only if we stay insane..."