COUNT YOUR !#@*ING DAYS

MANKIND IS MINOR IN

IN THE EXISTENCE OF ALL BEING
SO WHO ARE WE TO DECLARE OURSELVES
OURSELVES SUPERIOR


WE'RE NOT CHOSEN
WE'RE NOT THE ONLY ONES

WE ARE JUST A GRAIN OF SAND
IN THIS HOURGLASS


WE ARE GHOSTS
WE ARE THE GHOSTS TO THIS DYING WORLD
WE ARE GHOSTS

WE ARE THE GHOSTS WE ARE HAUNTING
OURSELVES
WE ARE GHOSTS


ONE LIFE IS GOLDEN
BUT DO YOU DESERVE TO BREATHE?

WE ALL EXIST BUT DO WE !#@*ING LIVE
WE ARE GHOSTS


WHAT WILL BE LEFT OF US
NOTHING BUT DUST
JUST A GRAIN OF SAND IN THIS HOURGLASS


WE ARE GHOSTS OF THIS DYING WORLD


WE ARE GHOSTS