Ghosts

We are the ghosts of the midway, the beasts of the alley We are the living dead, living in your nightmares Scraping ourselves from the earth Living as though we are dirt Staring like you've seen a ghost The lowest of the low, with nowhere to go Back from the dead, now we're groveling at your feet Handcuffed for lying our heads as we're withering in the streets Back from the dead, now we're groveling at your feet Handcuffed for lying our heads as we're withering in the streets Fighting for your attention, begging for your generosity Looking up just to see you turn your cheek on me You walk on by like I'm invisible (invisible) All I want is to be seen as an equal We fought your battles, and we built your homes Sorry if I disturbed you I just wish we could live like you do Even in our most beautiful days it's dark Just look at the world around you There's a consequence for what we do Pass judgment on me as you walk Picture-perfect ain't my obsession You can't sum up my life from a first impression Learn your lesson Act like you know me, but do you even know yourself? When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose Act like you know me, but do you even know yourself? When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose I may have no-one else to blame, but listen to me You and I, we were once the same I may have no-one else to blame, but listen to me You and I, we were once the same I may have no-one else to blame, but listen to me You and I, we were once the same I may have no-one else to blame, but listen to me You and I, we were once the same --- Ghosts - August Burns Red and Jeremy McKinnon