Lyrics

You and I are not survivors, decorated victims of a losing war All dressed up in our defensive wounds We are the ghosts Haunted by the living ones Every day apparitions Haunted by the sound of our own voices We are the ghosts Faithlessly wandering around And I'll wander around. Yeah, I'll wander around Passing through, I'm just passing through Stranded here forever Caught in the middle of our own exorcism The human body is a grave This world is purgatory We are prisoners of our selves Stranded here forever Haunted by the living ones