The Ghost of Sab Grey

I KNOW HE’S STILL ALIVE JUST LET ME WORK THIS OUT I’VE NEVER BEEN THE FIRST I HAVE NO HATE I HAVE NO PRIDE BUT I’VE BEEN CRUCIFIED AND YET I AM NO CHRIST IF YOU’RE GONE THEN YOU’RE A GHOST SOME DAYS I FEEL ALIVE ENOUGH TO SCREAM AND WRITE AND PUT THESE SONGS TO TAPE AND SEND THEM OUT INTO THE WORLD IF SHE HAS HANDS LET HER FEEL IF SHE HAS EARS LET HER HEAR I AM THE GHOST ON AN OLD CASSETTE TAPE I AM THE VOICE THE BROUGHT TO LIFE BY THE STYLUS OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR TEN YEARS I’LL HOLD THE NECK AND YOU GRAB THE STRINGS I AM THE GHOST ON AN OLD CASSETTE TAPE I AM THE VEIN THE BROUGHT TO LIFE BY THE NEEDLE YOU ARE THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST MY DEAR YOU LET ME COME INSIDE, YOU LET ME SHOW NO FEAR