Some of us are holding on to a life
That doesn't want us anymore
Trapped in a world that forgot us years ago
Forever I am destined to walk
This continuous path that has no ending
And so I say a prayer for the living
Because in this life when you leave
You never come back
Erase my face, take me from this lonely place
This is not the path I chose, forever forsaken
I am the ghost
Searching for places that cease to exist
And where I won't find any answers
We're all just remnants of the past
Some grow old and some die young
The ones that die young are the fortunate ones
And even though my eyes were left open
They might as well be shut
We're the never played symphonies
Plagued with bitter sweet harmonies
And our path is sung in the key of tragedy
Our existence is sung in the key of tragedy
These twisted paintings hang
And the band plays on
These twisted serpents
Turn his sermon into song
These twisted paintings hang
And the band plays on
These hallowed eyed ghosts;
They turn his sermon into
They turn my sermon into
They turn my sermon into song
And the band plays on