My Head Is Full Of Ghosts

My head is full of ghosts, but I'm no revenant, 

Despite my resident's rivalry. 

And I'll be the faithful pilot 

On our blind trajectory. 



Do you wanna know a secret? 

Will you hold it close and dear? 

This will not be made apparent, 

But you and I are not alone in here. 



My head is full of ghosts. No apparition. 

A partition from the host. 

A temple of cognition 

And forbidden to approach. 



Oh, to hell with superstition. 

There's a stranger in the house. 

I don't need no exorcism. 

I need a key and the lock is inside out. 



Now meta-cognition is just intuition. 

And dreamers, we'll bark at the moon. 

The weaver's unknown by the loom. 



My head is full of ghosts and I'm the pilot 

Of ultra-violent ancestry. 

And I'll destroy these passersby 

With zest and artistry. 



Ghost, part apparition, 

A partition from the host. 

A temple of the hidden 

And unbidden to approach.