A house alone Stark in abandonment Decaying memories No more a home
A fleet of ships Sent to survey new worlds Sunken in brine No more to roam
And they say all our lives to impress Live to win, live to conquer, to transgress But as we pace back and forth Undermining our thoughts Is the fear that all we are, all we will be Are ghosts in flesh
Fight each day Feed the banking machine To keep the kids fed To keep the house clean Cannot open your eyes To the planet's demise Have a mortgage to pay While our morals decay
But the hollowness inside Plastered over with a thin veil of pride Something in there has died Just a beating heart and a toxic mind But with nothing else are we really alive?
When we crowned ourselves the masters of the earth Was it really just a slow death and not a rebirth? With economies our gods Has the bottom line twisted every mind And the ghosts in flesh left a dead world behind?
