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I just want to say that I am a firm believer in a song taking on meaning for each person that listens to it. And I hope that happens for you. I just want to let you know what I was thinking when I wrote it. But please don’t let that ruin what the song means for you…

When I wrote Some Ghosts Never Die, I wanted to see if I could write something from nowhere. I’d been jotting down lines for a few days — mostly short thoughts about questioning faith. I’m always writing. I’ve got notes filled with four-line rhymes, pieces of choruses, random phrases I hear or say that feel like they could become something.

I had this vision in my head of CodiKrome. I wasn’t totally sure this was the direction I was going to go in, but if I was going to create a character, this felt like his song.

So when I started writing, it came straight from the heart of that character — who I was creating in real time.

That’s why I love this song. And why I wanted it to be the first release.
This song is CodiKrome… but it’s also me.

The first verse is him. Then things start getting deeper as the writing went on:

“I keep my thoughts on roads less traveled
Through hidden scars from every battle
Woven dirt kept mind unraveled
On better times and hearts less fragile”

But that opening stanza — I was just messing with words and emotions, trying to paint the picture of CodiKrome. Honestly, I was getting a little obnoxious with the wordplay on purpose:

“The wind echoes my name at night”

I love this line. No idea why — I just do. It has that outlaw vibe.

“I never had a home feel right
Just chasin’ ghosts my whole damn life. I feel—”

This was the moment things started shifting into me.

The chorus is where I really start to dig into the faith side of it:

“I feel the weight, every mile
A sinner prays, but no revival
One hand grips tight to my bible
Some ghosts never die”

Basically saying — I believe… but I don’t know, man. I still hold on to my Bible.
Because some ghosts never die.
Old habits. Or maybe it’s still faith. I’m not sure.

“Another night, another bottle
Another ghost town chasin’ signs
I’ve seen the truth at every bottom
Still no wrong’s ever made me right”

At first, I was writing from CodiKrome’s perspective. But then this line came out, and it was mine. All the dumb things I thought would fix me — they never did.

“I’ve been running, I’ve been hiding
Every road led back in time
No redemption, left to wander
I guess some ghosts never die”

That’s back to the outlaw imagery — but also about faith again. I’ve been running from confronting it, but it always comes back around.
Am I redeemable? Or am I just meant to wander?

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