Positive Noise – Ghosts

Staggered by silence and rose in my fear
People near weeping what they want to hear
They see arms of burning black smoke rising high
Shapes of our future engraved in your eyes

Verse 2

I never led things to burn up like this
Shifting through corpses the poison has kissed
And even if I found you, dear one, convert to hands
Where hate’s the final battlefield
That loves no more stand

Verse 3

Who would have said they would use you that way
People you live for conspire to be brave
They see arms of burning black smoke rise up high
The face of our future engraved in your eyes
You’re a ghost!