My head is full of ghosts, but I'm no revenant, 

Despite my resident's rivalry. 

And I'll be the faithful pilot 

On our blind trajectory. 



Do you wanna know a secret? 

Will you hold it close and dear? 

This will not be made apparent, 

But you and I are not alone in here. 



My head is full of ghosts. No apparition. 

A partition from the host. 

A temple of cognition 

And forbidden to approach. 



Oh, to hell with superstition. 

There's a stranger in the house. 

I don't need no exorcism. 

I need a key and the lock is inside out. 



Now meta-cognition is just intuition. 

And dreamers, we'll bark at the moon. 

The weaver's unknown by the loom. 



My head is full of ghosts and I'm the pilot 

Of ultra-violent ancestry. 

And I'll destroy these passersby 

With zest and artistry. 



Ghost, part apparition, 

A partition from the host. 

A temple of the hidden 

And unbidden to approach.