Ghosts - Front Line Assembly

I’m all alone in my mind

This wretched corpse

Which is blind

This final state

Oppressive views

Fighting depression

What to do

Too small to die

Cowards lie

Never see eye to eye

Wasted nights

Deep trauma sounds

This certain moment

Of death around

Nothing to lose

Tired of it all

Where do I fall?

(x2)

I climb the stairs

Wearing my best

Don’t want to make

A blood filled mess

My list is clear

I have no fear

Don’t bother shedding

A final tear

Paranoid delusion

Lost my mind

Frittered seclusion

Socialized mime