Letras:
Ghost Of A Thousand

to the wolves, keep in mind the vermin you fear have all been wearing kid gloves. Fuck dreaming. Dead eyes drifting in-front of me, red eye is a sign

worthless drunk's son, these are the cards of a vulture culture, this is the sound of the right place wrong time, this is the mark of a victimless crime

youth A black lung, a black time A generation bored out of their minds Its a long dead thing God loves a dealing fiend Its a long dead thing God loves a

Back door, through the club I'm sick of seeing all the same kids at shows Fall in by the bar Burn down the one you love or trust Strike one, strike

tock tick tock tick tock think of yourself it's not a sensible failure baby's got a new toy, in a green purse baby's got a new toy, in the back yard

of the sound. I was born an hour glass, now I'm skinny as a rake, I was born with silver spoons but I'll die without a care, but that's cool. . Fucking

Allies, come on baby give us a try Villian, you know girl we only come out at night Cool, beat it down, you know the nightmares only begun Good luck

in the lake but it's a train wreck, we never tangle with the weak. No future? I'll risk it. At least the risks we take are as a unit. When all we've got

this is cutting us up, we're the kids who see the world as an empty cup, with a death note and a black stare and a pardon from a government that doesn