Ghosts Lyrics

In an age where everything is relative
Where all the consistents are gone
Is the end all that still is real

The only thing that is left
To make for granted is to die

The fear of the unknown tends to create fear for the Death
So take a step back from the Darkness and look at your flesh

And behold

We are all here on borrowed time
And by dawn we are old

If there is something we could and should know
It’s that we do not know anything at all
Except for the fact that everything is relative

But Death

The meaning of life of the roan
Lies in the fact that it must end
Just as a fire when time has it quenched

The fear and the horror tends to create phantoms of Death
So take a deep breath and pierce through the darkness and flesh

And behold

To the phantasms of deadness and fright
Your sense you have sold

Ghosts