smokin8balll420trip
Bluelighter
"PHANTOM"
Allex Cooper Trent
(a.k.a. smokin8balll420trip)
COPYRIGHT 2003 STONE CROW DEADBOLT
All rights reserved by LSD RECORDS and ACT Inc.
***PHANTOM***
I’m the photo on your dashboard,
The picture in your frame
I’m a fading charcoal portrait
Reflection of your shame
I’m the girl inside the uniform
The face behind the mask
I’m the phantom in the shadows
and the future of your past
Passing on the walkways
you must see me every day
But every time you turn your back
and then you walk away
You shut out all my cries for help,
pretend you didn’t hear
But I’m the eyes inside your head,
the sounds within your ear
I’m watching you; thinking through your mind
Erasing you; to blot you out of time
I’m the gateway to your castle,
I’m the mirror on your wall
I’m the footsteps on your staircase,
the echo in your hall
I’m your ticket to the circus,
I’m your passport to the grave
I’m the fate of every dying soul
you try so hard to save
I’m watching you; thinking through your mind
Erasing you; to blot you out of time
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This is one of my favorite things I ever wrote. I wrote it last February while I was all tweaked out in the desert in Tucson.
Allex Cooper Trent
(a.k.a. smokin8balll420trip)
COPYRIGHT 2003 STONE CROW DEADBOLT
All rights reserved by LSD RECORDS and ACT Inc.
***PHANTOM***
I’m the photo on your dashboard,
The picture in your frame
I’m a fading charcoal portrait
Reflection of your shame
I’m the girl inside the uniform
The face behind the mask
I’m the phantom in the shadows
and the future of your past
Passing on the walkways
you must see me every day
But every time you turn your back
and then you walk away
You shut out all my cries for help,
pretend you didn’t hear
But I’m the eyes inside your head,
the sounds within your ear
I’m watching you; thinking through your mind
Erasing you; to blot you out of time
I’m the gateway to your castle,
I’m the mirror on your wall
I’m the footsteps on your staircase,
the echo in your hall
I’m your ticket to the circus,
I’m your passport to the grave
I’m the fate of every dying soul
you try so hard to save
I’m watching you; thinking through your mind
Erasing you; to blot you out of time
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This is one of my favorite things I ever wrote. I wrote it last February while I was all tweaked out in the desert in Tucson.

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