Ghosts Of New York
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Lost souls striving to be found, bound to ground zero.
Now they're heroes, they're not proud... Beaten down...
Fear those sounds... You wont hear no cries for help.
Just a heartfelt silence and a meaningless yelp...
Have you ever felt so helpless to yourself?
Have you ever been so fearless you can't tell whats real?
Needless to say, have you ever been forced to hide away?
Or cursed to stay... Driven in your hearse the wrong way...
Would you ever dare force your way out of Heaven...?
... Live over the nightmares of september 11th?
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Ghosts Of New York...
Lost in the fog, the rubble, the stone...
All alone, on there own... Cold, lonely.
They roam only where the towers once called home,
Moaning... Groaning... Boldly standing,
Holding onto the dreams of one day the planes landing...
Far away from harm... Far away from home...
Far away from the life.... All they've ever known.
But they have to live with the anxiety that this dream will never be...
The reality that they'll never see there family gather happily,
They'll never be free... Constantly lost in a fantasy.
Shattered dreams of battered souls console only revenge.
They don't pretend to uphend the living with there tears.
But they send shivers through ears, Hear it?
Unforgiving, resentful, full of hate, unregretable.
Sinful, Hateful, Revengeful.... Unforgetable.
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- GHOST -
"....They say those lost in 9-11 had a free ticket to heaven,
But some remain present dreaming of the revenge they'll be getting.
They try to forcefeed the president with evidence of greed...
Pestilence... Bleeding souls festering in the cold gesturing knowingly.
Knowing there souls will never rest unless hopefully he'll answer me...
Anxiously... Impatiently they wait for the question that dances round me...
Its conquering hips smother my weakened lips...
I cant bare this silence no more... I don't even care for this violence anymore...
Mr. President... Why did you go to war when the evidence stood before you?
Instead of forcing lies down our throats, I assure you... honesty is worth more votes.
So from a ghost... Let your people know what you've failed to notice.
Focus on the truth, you can't lose... You may bruise...
But you'll soon heal and yield a fresh start...
Start to feel real and relinquish this terror of you heart...
Now thats so far away but today you can still my shaking lips...
By answering me quick...Why did you fake this?"
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