We are the Ghosts from your destruction
We are the leftovers of your dream
You scattered our souls for comfort
Vanished our existence in the name of fear
We are the ghosts to your existence
In hunted times we are alive
we are past, by your past, by our future
What will you take, what will be left ?
Twist it around while declaring the ground
While you've buried them down
Our hopes and dreams
Haunting the land because we don't exist
Floating around you we scream at your faces
But you're always thinking
Its just the wind
We are the ghosts to your existence
not even In the nighttime you hear our cry
While your tears are of rage, never forgiveness
Our anger is carved out of Stone
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