This is a ghost town, alive with the echoes of failures fled Lit up by shining faces that parade these streets What used to be of humility is gone You walk the mounds of skull and bones Where living is denied I see more movement in decomposition than in those hollow eyes It is the only place I know, where death is most alive It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive Set flame to the ensnarers and pierce that ornate shield Branded by what claims you, you wear the mark of death Tear from loss and agony, a character defined Stripped of all but tragedy, what life is left to find? Go now, until there's nothing left Go now, the dying has begun It is the only place I know, where death is most alive It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive So I flee from all that is me to hide behind this pale dead face Whatever happened to desire, want and need? Whatever happened to integrity? Imagination is a curse in all of this Whatever happened to the ones left behind? This is a ghost town, bodies dragged through endless streets Go now, to never return I've seen more pitiful humiliation than you could never hide It is the only place I know, where death is most alive It is when truth is turned to lie, that death is most alive