Ghosts (unfinished)


Going to war, the insanity swells
But you can't save somebody from destroying themselves
It's like finding a needle in haystacks at night
Counting off every minute, every truth to deny

Such a glorious rebel, finding conflicts to crown
You can't look in the mirror and face yourself down
Still taking it in, now you've cast yourself out
With lungs caught on fire as we all hit the ground

(transition)

Strap on that seatbelt, all safe for the ride
False sense of security pent up in your eyes
So now every last star, they're blown out in a trail
Making imperfect diamonds, cutting close to prevail

It puts the wind in your sails
To assault your beliefs
Now brace for the impact
And find your release
With ghosts always hiding
Cast off through both sides
Not floating on wreckage
With hope to survive

If everything's uniform
What's left to admit?
It's practice in numbers
To swallow this shit
So swing for the fences
Crash into the light
You've got your death wish to foster
As each meaning collides

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