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