Inky the Ghost
Inky the Ghost Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Dwelling at the level of an abyss
Hoping that ghosts don't fade into the pit
Pleading that he's a shade too real to touch
Only the moonstruck feel the chill of a revenant's brush
PacMan's the only one filled with rush
Eating all of Inky's lunch
Seeing blinking red rugs, off to hyperspace
The specter in a bucket waging war on stars
In this rat race the talkers lead the chase
He's trapped behind bars
When the ghost isn't blue, the game's a disgrace
Untouched, their lack of faith disturbs him
Producers never give a shot to the craftsman of a dirge and
The ship slows down, his presence can't be discerned then
Does he even exist? Only in spirit
His pulse needs a whisperer to hear it
[Verse 2:]
Bear traps encamped in a stakeout outside the studio booth
Those programmers say it’s not my duty, proof
I’m a riddled horcrux for more bucks, how can I sell a soul that ain’t mine?
Rhythm plagiarizing poetry and fooling dimes
There seems to be a glitch, no control on the joystick
Trying to find the plug, Bonnie by Clyde got mugged
All these accusations are words put in my mouth
All I do is consume, am I a virus? Title bout
Throttle doubts over the name of the game
Inky’s the ghost but I’m the one to degrade
Overconsumption, inevitable, faded
Thus stated, expendable, one point, I made it
Crossroads, haunts closing in, no Gameboy, I can’t hop
We’re all losers in the code’s pen, DROPPED
Dwelling at the level of an abyss
Hoping that ghosts don't fade into the pit
Pleading that he's a shade too real to touch
Only the moonstruck feel the chill of a revenant's brush
PacMan's the only one filled with rush
Eating all of Inky's lunch
Seeing blinking red rugs, off to hyperspace
The specter in a bucket waging war on stars
In this rat race the talkers lead the chase
He's trapped behind bars
When the ghost isn't blue, the game's a disgrace
Untouched, their lack of faith disturbs him
Producers never give a shot to the craftsman of a dirge and
The ship slows down, his presence can't be discerned then
Does he even exist? Only in spirit
His pulse needs a whisperer to hear it
[Verse 2:]
Bear traps encamped in a stakeout outside the studio booth
Those programmers say it’s not my duty, proof
I’m a riddled horcrux for more bucks, how can I sell a soul that ain’t mine?
Rhythm plagiarizing poetry and fooling dimes
There seems to be a glitch, no control on the joystick
Trying to find the plug, Bonnie by Clyde got mugged
All these accusations are words put in my mouth
All I do is consume, am I a virus? Title bout
Throttle doubts over the name of the game
Inky’s the ghost but I’m the one to degrade
Overconsumption, inevitable, faded
Thus stated, expendable, one point, I made it
Crossroads, haunts closing in, no Gameboy, I can’t hop
We’re all losers in the code’s pen, DROPPED
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First 4 lines were written all the way back in June, 2013.
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