Perception is a funny thing
In the eyes of another
It would seem like I'm king
Lives lived as lies
Nothing but emptiness
To which i despise
Just look through these dead eyes
Trying to destroy these thoughts
They're twisting my lies
This world is ruled by possession
Materialistic motivation sparking this separation
I want to burn it down
Leave nothing but ashes on the ground
This place is full of ghosts
So strike the match and watch it smoke
I want to burn it down
Leave nothing but ashes on the ground
This place is full of ghosts
So strike the match and watch it smoke
Congregating memories
To fill the void with remedies
A world covered in masks
Trying to hide its past
A woman in white who was blinded by the light
Now stands in the doorway with blood on her hands
She no longer wants to be a part of this masquerade
I want to burn it down
Leave nothing but ashes on the ground
This place is full of ghosts
So strike the match and watch it smoke
I want to burn it down
Leave nothing but ashes on the ground
This place is full of ghosts
So strike the match and watch it smoke
The blood is red
The blood is real
The blood is real
Canyons of destruction in this mind
Being told its greener on the other side
I see shadows on a mountain side
An avalanche or a mountain slide
This word is the product of my demise
Its like looking through these blood soaked eyes
This place is full of ghosts