Ghost

Hey, stop on a dime.
Take both your hands,
reach them above, one at a time.
Are you alone in here?
I heard the voice so clearly.

I tried not to breathe.
Tried not to speak.
Clamping my tongue between my teeth.
Are you alone in here?
I heard the voice so clearly say,

Well, there are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
How we die, nobody wants to know.
Who decides where everybody goes?
Where everybody goes...

Oh, no, this can't be it.
I start to sweat.
Haunted by all the things I've missed.
This can't be right.
I realize right then that it's me or him, yeah.

There are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
How we die, nobody has to know.
Who decides where everybody goes?
(Well, what if I don't?)

Oh, no, I can't believe this.
I don't know why this had to happen.
I had no choice.
Well, it was me or him.

There's a fine line between what is justified or just obscene.
Fragile eyes to use and throw aside.
How we die, nobody wants to know.
Who decides where everybody goes?

How we die, no one will ever know.
Who decides where everybody goes?

Who decides where everybody goes?

Fantasma

Hey para ahi
toma tus manos
alzalas, una a la vez.
Estas solo aqui?
Escuche la voz tan claramente.

Trate de no respirar.
Trate de no hablar.
Sosteniendo mi lengua entre mis dientes.
Estas solo aqui?
Escuche la voz tan claramente decir

Pues, hay lineas finas veo que estamos atrapados en medio de ellas.
Con ojos separados para usar, y cegarnos
Como morimos, nadie quiere saber.
Quien decide, a donde van todos?
A donde van todos.

Oh, no, esto no puede ser.
Empiezo a sudar
Hechizado por todas las cosas que me perdi.
Esto no puede estar bien
Me doy cuenta entonces que era yo o el, si.


Pues, hay lineas finas veo que estamos atrapados en medio de ellas.
Con ojos separados para usar, y cegarnoss
Como morimos, nadie quiere saber.
Quien decide, a donde van todos?
(que tal si yo no?)

Oh, no, no puedo creer esto
no se porque esto tuvo que pasar
no tenia opcion
pues, era el o yo.


Hay una fina linea entre lo que es justo o lo que es obsceno.
Ojos fragiles para ver y cegarnos.
como morimos, nadie quiere saber
quien decide, a donde van todos?

como morimos, nunca nadie sabra.
quien decide a donde van todos?

quien decide a donde van todos?.