Текст песни A Letter From God - The Ghost

A Letter From God

This city is a beehive\nIts deadly and unfortunately simple\nOne million tree lined streets\nWith branches like haunting arms\nYou’ve swallowed your revolution\nYou’ve sold your gift\nThe walking dead are all made up of plastic skin\nThe walking dead all force their smiles\nYour houses are tombstones\nBuilt on reservation and self neglect\nThe windows watch your shadows fade\nWhat have you done?\nHow will you numb yourself next?\nRighteousness, you’ve built yourself a prison\nHow I wish you were all as smart as you like to think you are\nYou filthy rats what have you done?\nEat, fight, fuck and sleep, now fill in the blanks\nI am floating in space\nI am searching for survivors\nI am looking for answers just like you\nI am watching the mirrors, I spit on my own face\nAnger is like laughing at your own jokes\nWhen we become what we claim to hate\nI tell you this with one foot in the grave\nHere is your cracker jack prize\nThis is your American romance\nRead it to your children when you tuck them in…\nIts all in the struggle my friend, its bullets and flowers\nIts that soft hum we all hear, but never quite mention\nYour beauty is in your faults, spill your guts and share your scars\nStop taking your life for granted\nBe honest, be afraid, only you can judge yourself\nBe honest, be afraid, freedom is personal\nThe miracle is by your side not in the stars, put faith in your heart\nThat’s it, I’m so sick I can hardly move\nAll of the angels have problems of their own\nYou always forget that I need you far more than you need me