A tragic end.
An otherworldly entity caught in-between,
A secondary shattered plane of lost existence.
Far forgotten, images of past remembrance distort all the space between my perception and what you see...
(WE ARE LOST...)
Harrowed deep: Burned into my memory so convoluted...
What is real to a faded soul stuck in limbo?
Like the dead forever lost among the living,
We are all just ghosts caught in the big machine...
(WE ARE THE DEAD FOREVER LOST AMONG THE LIVING...)
The Ghost engulfs the wandering.
The throes of loss: the beginning.
The lines we walk: depression's entry.
The Ghost is our friendly enemy.
(Solo: S. Oliver)
Heed these words.
Let your mind devour Kingly scenes of an Earthly fire.
The world owes you not a grave when retired.
Until the shell dissolves, we are just ghosts caught in the mire...
(Solo: B. Almeida)
The Ghost may haunt connections.
The Ghost will want its independence.
The Ghost inside seeks redemption.
The Ghost is I: The Machine unrepentant.
Heed these words.
Let your mind devour Kingly scenes of an Earthly fire.
The world owes you not a grave when retired.
Until the shell dissolves, we are just ghosts caught in the mire...
(WE ARE ALL GHOSTS LOST IN THE BIG MACHINE.
FOREVER LOST AMONG THE LIVING.
IN A WASTELAND OF A...)
Secondary, shattered plane of lost existence.
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