Count your f**ing days
Mankind is minor in
In the existence of all being
So who are we to declare ourselves
Ourselves superior
We're not chosen
We're not the only ones
We are just a grain of sand
In this hourgla**
We are ghosts
We are the ghosts to this dying world
We are ghosts
We are the ghosts we are haunting
Ourselves
We are ghosts
One life is golden
But do you deserve to breathe?
We all exist but do we f**ing live
We are ghosts
What will be left of us
Nothing but dust
Just a grain of sand in this hourgla**
We are ghosts of this dying world
We are ghosts