Specter

I see. Not just the physical world but into the hidden world underneath. I look past all the fakery and bullshit. I stare into people's souls. I see a soul right over there. Hey, how's it going? This weather, huh, crazy! First hot then cold, make up your mind, right? So how's the job going? Tell me about it. And the human body you're inhabiting, how's that these days? A lot of crying? Yeah, I get it. I get it. It's tough. Souls and I have a connection. We get along together. We know how to communicate.