Your Ghosts Video (MV)

Born clean, the last time
You'll ever be free. After that
You're defined by the lines on a map
And the faith of your parents
You see, your mortal enemies
May have died in the past
But they'll keep coming back
Shaping your life through all you inherit
What a time to be alive
Small world, full of wonder
You can travel far and wide
Leave your ghosts at the border
It seems we applaud
Mediocrity. Why is that
It's like watching the wheels come detached
With slow motion perception
While we fixate on the superficies
The worth that we doubt
Is within, not without
An intriguing box can still contain nothing
What a time to be alive
Small world, full of wonder
You can travel far and wide
Leave your ghosts at the border
Truth is not what you
Accept or believe. The mirror's cracked
And labelling each shard of glass
Can only serve to divide us
Clearly, see we're not enemies
Choosing a side leaves
You blind in one eye
Convictions you hold will impose a life sentence