Ghost in the shell

Steamy is the night when devilish thoughts take flight, searching through the fog by pilots light, you hear a noise of a psyren yet never a sound in sight.
Till now the senaestaesia was just a dream, lorde knows we’re on eachothers team, a vision of which i see in steam.
Punk young with the attitude, flunk one whats the matter dude. And hes says all of life is a class, im not the only one falling fast. If knowledge is vast why do i see nothing but ignorance in people who deem me an outcast, sites and sounds for there thirsty minds, still all about ignorance blinds. white noise, to a kitten purring with poise, which is more attractive, for i wish hate to be retractive, the gleam in my eye contractive, like it i wish you to truly live. revenge is exactive, yet when its over who will be active, untill that day we are merely ghost in the shell, cast in the depths of hell. Ye not guilty?I’ve not seen us all so filthy.