City Of Ghosts

The mists of dawn evaporate

And reveals the sorry state

Of this town, once full of joy

The streets I wandered as a boy

I know each corner, every street

I know all shadows, their deceit

And in the placid city square

Not a sound, no one’s there

The repeating patterns, suffocating me

I am getting closer to my end

Windows broken, doors are barred

The entire city is scarred

A rocking chair sways in the breeze

Clad in dust and dead debris

Memories etched into these walls

Shadows linger as night falls

And as I tread these stones again

I see no color in this grain

In this town

Man breaks down

I find it hard to trust in myself

In this town

Man breaks down

I find it hard to trust myself

The repeating patterns, suffocating me

I am getting closer to my end

It’s in me now, inside these veins

The virus spreads, the virus chains

I was never here, I’ll never leave

I’ll never care enough to grieve

The catalyst, the breaking point

Apathy

My poisoned soul to anoint

Heresy

In this town

Man breaks down

I find it hard to trust in myself

In this town

Man breaks down

I find it hard to trust myself