Life of a Ghost Vator

Life of a Ghost Vator I'm too busy going up like an Elevator.. It's no turning back for me I feel spirits all around me I hear the enemy calling my name But I don't want him near me It almost feel as if I'm actually drowning With no life jacket Or a scripture from Shakespeare Cause I carry the hatchet You don't know the dark nights I spent in my living room Looking for away to escape Like the wicked witch on a broom Or maybe Casper the ghost I really lost hope I survive like an animal in the wild Playing tug of war with A Thin rope But that doesn't matter now I see things different then you If you walk a mile in my shoes What would you actually do? Life of A Ghost Vator......