The Ghosts Of Who We Were

Bodies littering the streets

Hear the sadness filter through the trees

Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams

You can bottle up our voice

Sealed and labeled with a made up choice

Sell it on an on until we bleed

Feed the fire

Until there’s nothing left to burn

Except ourselves

Except ourselves

Nothing left to burn

Except ourselves

Except ourselves

Nothing left to burn

Buildings rise

Emptying our eyes

Take a number get in line

In this prison we’ve designed

I see the man

Dying in the spotlight

Carving out his heart

Blood on his guitar

Feed the fire

Until there’s nothing left to burn

Except ourselves

We bury ourselves

Under so much formality

Now we dance around each other

Careful not to breathe

We’re hiding in the air

In between the rain

Falling with the leaves

Dying where we lay

We are the ghosts of who were

Passing through these walls

Haunting our own hearts

Dead to one and all

We’re hiding in the air

In between the rain

Falling with the leaves

Dying where we lay

We are the ghosts of who we were

Passing through these walls

Haunting our own hearts

Dead to one and all

We’re hiding in the air

In between the rain

Falling with the leaves

Dying where we lay

We are the ghosts of who we were

Passing through these walls

Haunting our own hearts

Dead to one and all

We’re hiding in the air

In between the rain

Falling with the leaves

Dying where we lay

The ghosts of who we were

Passing through these walls

Haunting our own hearts

We are the ghosts of who we were