This is a ghost town

Alive with the echoes of failures fled

Lit up by shining faces,

That parade these streets

What used to be

Of humility is gone

You walk the mounds

Of skull and bones

Where living is denied

I see more movement in decomposition

Than in those hollow eyes



It is the only place I know

Where death is most alive

It is when truth is turned to lie

That death is most alive



Set flame to the ensnarers

And pierce that ornate shield

Branded by what claims you

You wear the mark of death

Tear from loss and agony

A character defined

Stripped of all but tragedy

What life is left to find

Go now, until there's nothing left

Go now, the dying has begun



It is the only place I know

Where death is most alive

It is when truth is turned to lie

That death is most alive



So I flee from all that is me

To hide behind this pale dead face

Whatever happened to desire, want and need

Whatever happened to integrity

Imagination is a curse in all of this

Whatever happened to the ones left behind



This is a ghost town

Bodies dragged through endless streets

Go now, to never return

I've seen more pitiful humiliation

Than you could never hide



It is the only place I know

Where death is most alive

It is when truth is turned to lie

That death is most alive