You get what you want

Dedicated to a lost friend , 

(Is there a ghost in the machine)

In the shadows, you spun your web of deceit,  

With a smile like blushing steel, so cold and sweet.  

Chipped at the edges of my fragile soul,  

You played me like a hand on a poker role.  

A woman of whispers, a harbinger of lies,  

I danced with your ghost beneath blackened skies.  

Your heart was a weapon, I’d never see you bleed,  

But I gave you my trust, and you savaged my need.  

Solitary confinement in a room full of sound,  

Every echo’s a ghost, every thought dragging down.  

You took my humanity, turned it into a game,  

Now I’m lost in your laughter, drowning in the shame.  

Jesus Christ, I can’t even afford Jesus Christ

You’re a ghost in my machine, playing tricks with my mind

You killed all my hope, now I languish in pain

I hope my blood’s the vengeance that brings you to shame.

In an empty house of shards where the silence screams,  

I laid down my heart as you tore apart my dreams.  

With your golden chains, you wrapped around my fate,  

While I begged for redemption, I found only hate.  

Each wound that you carved, every regret you sown,  

A garden of ashes where I feel so alone.  

Jesus Christ, I can’t even afford Jesus Christ

You’re a ghost in my machine, playing tricks with my mind

You killed all my hope, now I languish in pain

I hope my blood’s the vengeance that brings you to shame. 

So at the edge of despair, I’m screaming your name,  

Longing for justice, I’m trapped in this game.  

But I’ll take my last breath, paint my scars bright and bold,  

Know this ghost of your making won't fall like the old.  

In the wreckage of steel, I’ll shatter your dream,  

Watching your shadow unravel at the seams.  

Jesus Christ, I can’t even afford Jesus Christ

You’re a ghost in my machine, playing tricks with my mind

You killed all my hope, now I languish in pain

I hope my blood’s the vengeance that brings you to shame. 

With every tear that I’ve shed, I’ll rise from the ground,  

No more whispers of doubt; hear the fury resound.  

With no soul you scammed me out of what is mine,  

In my death, I’ll inspire your slow decline.  

You’ll see the wreckage left, as I rise from despair,  

If there is ghost in the machine you are —now I’m no longer there.

I hope the lies the victim game are exposed know what it's like to Free Fall

When the a story of Truth written in my brains all over this wall.