Текст песни Ghosts - Assemblage 23
A
thousand
footsteps
without
direction
Adrift
like
snowfall
from
winter
skies
Aimless
parades
of
burning
ambivalence
Selling
false
hope
in
certainty's
guise
Living
and
breathing
in
sorrow's
colossus
The
teeming
masses
await
a
reply
Hoping
for
something
that
tastes
of
deliverance
Waiting
for
answers
to
fall
from
the
sky
CHORUS
Are
we
just
living
ghosts
Waiting
to
be
freed?
Stuck
at
a
tipping
point
We
never
dare
exceed
And
what
if
no
one
comes
To
liberate
our
souls?
And
all
of
this
is
all
there
is
To
make
us
whole?
Hidden
meanings
extracted
from
vagaries
Fruitless
missives
predicting
an
end
Mere
conjecture
impersonates
prophesy
Finding
doom
in
every
change
of
the
wind
Inside
a
culture
of
spiritual
violence
Demons
singing
like
creatures
of
light
Smiling
faces
awash
in
hypocrisy
Vending
salvation
that
no
one
invites
(CHORUS)
A
thousand
questions
in
search
of
an
answer
Seeking
a
meaning
in
creation's
design
A
futile
wish
for
an
order
in
randomness
A
certain
outcome
to
which
we're
resigned
Reaching
skyward
in
hope
of
protection
Leading
the
weak
to
the
feet
of
the
strong
Unanswered
prayers
suggest
the
conclusion
That
all
we
think
we
know
is
probably
wrong
(CHORUS)
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