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