Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
Bottle is washed up but the message is missing
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Pay the price of admission
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors till I step through the window
Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
Weigh the difference, the scales are turned
Let conscience be so judged
Arrows with strings flung from below, striking and reeling you in
Tied to mistakes, left there for days seeing which side you're in
Lately I feel so removed, fell back into the ditch I dug
And doing the things I normally do
Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
Pay the price of admission
Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors till I step through the window
Lately I feel so removed doing the things that I do

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