Ghost Towns

These places we call our home
These faces we call our own
These curses
These plagues on our house will erase us
Nothing but ghost towns
There's nothing left
Just memory of sound

I hear it echo in my head
Sounds of when I was a boy
The smell of eucalyptus trees
Like a connection from the void
The towns we pass along the way
Seem to be the remains of someone's misery

And will we live to see the pieces of the puzzle fit
Hope you won't live to see the day
Where your work turns to shit
And I don't think we'll ever see the truth in our lives
More likely that we'll feel it on the day we die

We return to the earth
We all have learned to embrace the decay
It will slowly wash away the sins of man's charade

Let the rain come down
Let the rain come
Let it wash away everything that you'd say
Let 'em all fall down
Let 'em all fall
Let the buildings tumble to the ground

We'll sell it all for scrap and
Dance upon their graves
Build a new world
Where no one will be treated as slaves

Empires fall when the people get the call
To take back what is ours
We're not just a corporate commodity
To be bought and sold our misery

From capitals to ghost towns
We all will submit ourselves
To the void to let life persist