Bodies littering the streets   Hear the sadness filter through the trees   Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams   You can bottle up our voice   Sealed and labeled with a made up choice   Sell it on an on until we bleed      Feed the fire   Until there’s nothing left to burn   Except ourselves   Except ourselves   Nothing left to burn   Except ourselves   Except ourselves   Nothing left to burn      Buildings rise   Emptying our eyes   Take a number get in line   In this prison we’ve designed   I see the man   Dying in the spotlight   Carving out his heart   Blood on his guitar      Feed the fire   Until there’s nothing left to burn   Except ourselves      We burry ourselves   Under so much formality   Now we dance around each other   Careful not to breathe      We’re hiding in the air   In between the rain   Falling with the leaves   Dying where we lay   We are the ghosts of who were   Passing through these walls   Haunting our own hearts   Dead to one and all      We’re hiding in the air   In between the rain   Falling with the leaves   Dying where we lay   We are the ghosts of who we were   Passing through these walls   Haunting our own hearts   Dead to one and all      We’re hiding in the air   In between the rain   Falling with the leaves   Dying where we lay   We are the ghosts of who we were   Passing through these walls   Haunting our own hearts   Dead to one and all      We’re hiding in the air   In between the rain   Falling with the leaves   Dying where we lay   The ghosts of who we were   Passing through these walls   Haunting our own hearts      We are the ghosts of who we were