I never think before I speak to you Never cared enough to do what everyone says to do I feel surrounded by ghosts I feel surrounded by ghosts I stop and think of the lies that everyone says to me A masquerade of their lies Oh, what a brilliant guise Pulling harder like a grasp Firmly bringing huddled masses Beauty stands before me as I'm still frozen in time I feel her ghost and I feel the angel before me locked inside Suspended from this reality My soul is heightened with the absence of anxiety The night, it beckons It gathers one and all It renders my hope useless As my skin begins to crawl I'm not used to being happy And I'm not used to getting my way Another prophecy has told me The love I'd gain will die someday