Lyrics

A crowded room is empty
When your standing ovation is quiet
Moments of silence swallowed by violence
The wolves live for predation
Weak links now crumble foundation
Throne after throne suffers cremation

A crawling chorus of agonizing apathy
It’s all we know
Ignorance won’t coincide with innocence
All that’s left
Will fall away to emptiness

If this is bliss I can’t wait to die
I ask the ghosts why they come out at night
Don’t wanna see it, they’ll never hear us
We won’t face the truth
With ignorance in bloom

Third eye with a look of reproach
Tragic smiles on faceless hosts
Longing for sense of belonging
Weaving your tales of a paradise lost
You’ll never find it
No sense in trying

If this is bliss I can’t wait to die
I ask the ghosts why they come out at night
Don’t wanna see it, they’ll never hear us
We won’t face the truth
With ignorance in bloom

And in the end
We wash up in the rain
An endless search
We will never find our ever after
With ignorance in bloom

If this is bliss I can’t wait to die
I ask the ghosts why they come out at night
Don’t wanna see it, they’ll never hear us
We won’t face the truth
Endlessly searching
We traded our blessings
And when we’re ghosts we will walk alone
Along the road to regression