Assemblage 23 - Ghosts lyrics

A thousand footsteps without direction Adrift like snowfall from winter skies Aimless parades of burning ambivalence Selling false hope in certainty's guise Living and breathing in sorrow's colossus The teeming ma**es await a reply Hoping for something that tastes of deliverance Waiting for answers to fall from the sky Are we just living ghosts Waiting to be freed? Stuck at a tipping point We never dare exceed And what if no one comes To liberate our souls? And all of this is all there is To make us whole? Hidden meanings extracted from vagaries Fruitless missives predicting an end Mere conjecture impersonates prophesy Finding doom in every change of the wind Inside a culture of spiritual violence Demons singing like creatures of light Smiling faces awash in hypocrisy Vending salvation that no one invites Are we just living ghosts Waiting to be freed? Stuck at a tipping point We never dare exceed And what if no one comes To liberate our souls? And all of this is all there is To make us whole? A thousand questions in search of an answer Seeking a meaning in creation's design A futile wish for an order in randomness A certain outcome to which we're resigned Reaching skyward in hope of protection Leading the weak to the feet of the strong Unanswered prayers suggest the conclusion That all we think we know is probably wrong Are we just living ghosts Waiting to be freed? Stuck at a tipping point We never dare exceed And what if no one comes To liberate our souls? And all of this is all there is To make us whole?