Rob [tronic]:
I can't take this.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't take this.
I can't do this anymore.
I can't take this.
I can't do this..

Ghost A.K.A.:
It's too late to apologize.
The blood is already comming out of your eyes.
Guess I was right to fantasize
how I'd kill you if your love was based on lies.
I can't take this anymore.
30 other boyfriends told me you were a whore.
I was a fool who didn't know what to see.
I'm sorry but you're dead.
There is no strike 3.

Rob [tronic]:
I try
to slow my pace.
But your lies
get in my way.
This life
of pain and suffering.
It drains
all my energy.

Ghost A.K.A.:
It's too late to apologize.
The blood is already comming out of your eyes.
Guess I was right to fantasize
how I'd kill you if your love was based on lies.
I can't take this anymore.
30 other boyfriends told me you were a whore.
I was a fool who didn't know what to see.
I'm sorry but you're dead.
There is no strike 3...

Lyrics written and recorded by- Robert Goodnight and Tony Jenkins