A flick and a puff and i'm striding about
with the worst of my old habits.
While i'm doing it
i'm thinking too much again.
If i die today
i'll surely be a ghost,
a roiling pissed-off apparition
here to haunt the world
for keeping me from my dreams.
If you ripped me from my calling
i'll be calling you in a terror.
If you inflicted pain upon my child
your penance will come to you
in the unsettled way you'll sleep.
If you took from me
and never gave a thing back
you'll be paying,
praying for us both
to finally have our rest.
If i die today i'll surely be a ghost...
since limbo here
surely means limbo there.