The Apparitionist

from The Professor of Rap by The Professor of Rap

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I'm the apparitionist,
Your body's getting cold.
I'm the apparitionist,
I'll get into your soul
And up your skirt and down your pants.
I'll bring a semblance of romance,
And I'll teach you how to stay
Well beyond your earthly days.

I'm the apparitionist,
Your body's getting cold.
I'm the apparitionist,
I'll get into your soul.

Ectoplasm everywhere,
I'll run a shade right through your hair.
I'll haunt if you haunt me.
A ghostly union, can't you see?

I'm the apparitionist,
Your body's getting cold.
I'm the apparitionist,
I'll get into your soul.

Sheets and chains are not my game,
I'll come in through the windowpane.
Lose yourself in my decay,
I'll show you a more mortal way.

I'm the apparitionist,
Your body's getting cold.
I'm the apparitionist,
I'll get into your soul.

I foresee the end of time,
And oh, my love, it's so sublime.
Let me wrap my arms around you
And take you underground.

I'm the apparitionist,
Your body's getting cold.
I'm the apparitionist,
I'll get into your soul.

You are looking right through me,
My sins and crimes are all you see.
I am losing you, my dear,
Your breath's no longer on my mirror.