The frustration of learning you lived a life in vain. The frustration of believing that there is no after life. The frustration that you’ll be doomed to rot in a box or worse wonder the “afterlife” the way you did in “real” life, accidentally.
Accidental people, make accidental ghosts. (x2)
Life on the outside. Ghosts looking in! (x2)
I’m the same as I ever was, I’m not any smarter (x4)
Accidental people, make accidental ghosts! Hooo-hooo (x2)