The unseen skyline gives the ghost glow as if in slo-mo
The young dream nightmares dipped in gold paint
As if they won't stain the blank page
Come ride aboard the ghost train
Subtract the closed chain
A man's rage won't stay caged forever
Mistake pain for pleasure
The hypnosis may change love to fear or worse for better
If I'm being honest, I'll never own a stretch of the lamb
Outstretchin' your hand and gettin' no change
All about protectin' the fam
From the depths of the sand, we stay close range
Stranded in the heart of the city
Shining a light, the Lonely Hearts Club
Anger in the arms of the pity
Puff passin' the pain, grippin' the pass, but
Bankers with their palms on the city
Eyes in the tower milkin' the cash cow
Builders of a fantasy world
Tyrants in power watchin' it crash down
Way out further than the edge
Perchin' on the ledge
Just workin' on the sched'
Fade out, searchin' for the meds
Nurses for the heads
Just workin' on the stress
Small ripples turn into waves
We ride 'em out until the shores crash, driftin'
All trickles down to my page
I'm hidin' out with a drawer stash, twistin'
Written by: Alan Ross Harris, Confucius MC, Giles Kwakeulati King-Ashong, Joe Armon-Jones, Peter Bennie, Raven Bush, William Marcus George Carabine-glean