Текст песни Those Who Carried On - Ghost and Pals

Inside their little world
They tried to be understood
But all that came of it was a mess
So sort it out
In conversations
Devout apparitions
Would say they're horrid nonethless
Once more
They're heads are caved in
There's a window that jarred on their conscience
Once more
They're left remembering
To the people who picked up their arms and legs
And carried on
They pulled apart their own ego at the seams
And spilled their organs everywhere
Caught in polarized degrees
They may decay again
So beware
These are people to backwords to die out
They may never escape from the rise now
They may never come back
Crumbling still
They're little world rebuild
What couldn't be endured now
There's nothing left to go to waste
So sort it out
With new perspectives
Reused and defective
They challenged odds face to face
Once more
They had their head caved in
And their past lingered nearby a locked door
Once more
They have revisited
Something over and over and over again
And carried on
So after all these years
They remained a form of art
'Cause they had problems from the start
Though they acted on a dare
There's nothing stopping them
So beware
These are people too fearless to die out
Though they'll never escape from the rise
Now...
You'd say that things have improved
Right?
You'd say that things have improved
Right?