blood flows like a river
it's a neverending battle
blood is never ending
it's the price of the battle
hate is the demon that you need
let it lead you to love
The youth gets use of new love,
Computers, situational rulers and couth
Well into the paranormal day
Does one decide to push the limits of attention to the grays, or truth.
This future now is paid by the suits, obeyed by the mutes, and praised by the common who want no problems with the two. Or you...
They screaming liberty ain't close to freedom, just a toast to old dominion. Trust no one of known opinion. Repave the road to living defined to box out the mentions of peeling the onion back appropriate to show for healing. Feelings.. What about that ceiling we was capping at? Attached to pain and suffering like mouse to trap... Who's asking for some space to train against the grain when constantly we source the game... No more freebies on our hearts to mame, we charging mayne.
Those who make decisions on your struggle trust your vow to pain
Those who make decisions on your loss of you say bow to pain
Those who want your glory
Allow the pain
Those of you who worry
About the pain give up the fight for now in vain
More Ghost Than Man is the alter ego of producer Terry Grant. A convenient fiction under which to explore the marriage of
electronic production and traditional musicianship.
Soft electric piano and warm synths float atop deconstructed drum breaks and skittering percussion, as staccato guitar and dark voices from the edge combine to gently remind you that you are, in fact, still human....more