HS 6. Ghost Mode (80%)

Frank said "you don't shoot friends." Then he aimed at mine to set a trend Claude doesn't talk,

he signs with steel. One blink means dead, one nod means deal. Silk suit, pockets full of dirt.

Kisses like knife, love always hurts. She said, "Why so cold?" I said, "Heat gets too caught." Smoke in the mirror,

blood on the lace. You can't outrun that look on your face. I lost count of who I trust

'cause bullets talks and heart combusts. Ghost mode, we don't hide. With cold hands,

we're still alive. Eyes low, world in rewind. Ghost mode, ghost mode, we leave no sign. -

they toast with champagne, hide regrets. Trade their friends for a safer bet. In this world,

love is a trap. I play with gloves and sleep with maps. No script, no soul, just money control.