One Dead Three Wounded Ghosts Letras:
I used to befriend ghosts like you but time has
betrayed us both. These campfire secrets are over
dead men's bones with graveyard hopes of seeing
home. A mild mannered man with cheap cologne;
blanketed by the arctic embrace of this city.
Those towers of money, power, and greed are the
tombstones of this ghost town. From the cemetery
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floor we stare up at our legacy, at the concrete
reminders that we are but mere pillars of salt
with eyes fixated on the moments that most have
forgot. No song can capture this moment, No melody
can encapsulate or replicate the thoughts. So I'll
sit back, relax and drink from the lip of another
half empty glass sobered by the fact that you will
never be a teacher and I will never be a father. I
am the artist of this lie and on this canvas I
paint my c
Letras: Ghosts One Dead Three Wounded [final]