Polterzeitgeist Songtext
von Sage Francis

While you′re going around trying to keep people out of hell
I'm going around trying to keep the hell out of people


Your evil sends chills through my bones
And it flows through the back roads of arteries
Genetic memory fights technology
Administered by moral midgets
There′s picket signs in my eyes
When they strike you'll wanna talk business
Note to self, go for self, go for broke
No one else ever showed you the ropes of health
And what are they supposed to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild every wall that you broke on through
Drugs won't get my thoughts running
I need ′em to make thoughts stop coming
Last night I had a dream I shot someone
When I awoke my hands were full of fluid, my heart′s pumping
I went to get it tested
The doctor was not so interested in analyzing the message
He had a pill that if he issues out he gets paid on the side
Gotta lifetime supply

Maybe he's a ghost
And maybe I′m the host
The polter zeitgeist who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes
Maybe I'm the ghost
And maybe he′s the host
The polter zeitgeist who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes


Fell into a venus fly trap with a nicotine eye patch
Pirate of the ships, sipping Listerine night caps
Disguised her voice with the breath of a clean slate
Awake every morning to the death of my dream date
Selling sex to cheap skates with rusty blades
Fuck to forget and call it layaway
Got an addiction to thin ice, the whisper of windpipes
I'm Mr. Insight to social costume skin-tight
Nah, I don′t believe in you
And you don't believe that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to nothing in my rear view
Too close to call, too far to be hearing you
Singing my melody, I heard it subconsciously
You spoke in your sleep and it sounded like honesty
When you awoke, you said it was not for me
I said, "Oh, I know obviously"
You′re not my Yoko, so I cropped the photo
And I rocked it solo, now you gots to go

Maybe you′re a ghost (begone)
And maybe I'm the host (begone)
The polter zeitgeist who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes
Maybe I′m the ghost (begone)
And maybe you're the host (begone)
The polter zeitgeist who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes

Maybe you′re a ghost and I'm the conduit
The common thread in every superficial compliment
The loose string in your moral fabric, hole in your logic
Hopelessly romantic and who′s socket?
Leaving notes for the next to come
Written in blood from the womb that they'll exit from
I don't compose grove or sonnets
I just write like my life depends on it
Cause like I′m agnostic, but I don′t believe in you
You got a transparent nature that I'm seeing through
Somebody spike the punch that you beat me to
Sometimes I might even shove a teeth in you

Maybe you′re a ghost (begone)
And maybe I'm the host (begone)
The polter zeitgeist who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me from these ropes