Elise, There’s Nothing Left Behind The Gate

I was on my Facebook-account in order to seek

I’ve chanted to them, a list of 15, “friends”

Setting to the public, I sang my lyrics

And gave them all my best music

On my knees and every-night, and tears

At the end, I still don’t have a single of companion

To be of anyone, the last-guy purely said

It was a compensation so that I can get laid

I said back, then go get

But I found

I will always be a ghost, take me to the realm