The Counterfeiter

So pleased the way they calmly come for you
 Arriving at your gate
 Your ghost have come to choose
 A play to carve your crime
 Cut red in two
 Your back to spear your name'
 They've come to end the truce
 You don't belong here
 Your hearts a fake
 The ghost who choose you were mistaken
 Crossing off your name now
 The cold blood in your heart
 It's traveling it's way down
 To give you what you want
 A little line you got a lot to lose
 Don't toss it all away,
 Mad clawing at the moon
 I catch fire, and all the doctors say
 The Jack your trying to claim
 Is shattered and in ruin
 Out in the cold clear
 Hot on the make
 All of the doctors know your faking
 Crossing off your name now
 The cold blood in your heart
 Is traveling it's way down
 To give you what you want
 To give you what you want
 To give you what you want
 Etc.