I live in this ghostown
The whispers from the walls fall like feathers to the ground
I walk upon these cemetary streets
And I don't speak the language of the skeletons that I meet
I live in this ghostown
The acid from the architecture is burning the place down
I wander through these solitary streets
They're empty as an afterthought in purple pools of gasoline
The river's all in flames
I can't go home again
This citys rearranged
I'm never going to leave this ghostown
The whispers from the walls fall like feathers to the ground
I walk upon these cemetary streets
And I don't speak the language of the skeletons that I meet
The acid from the architecture is burning the place down
I wander through these solitary streets
They're empty as an afterthought in purple pools of gasoline
I can't go home again
This citys rearranged
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