This Ghost کے بول

Crossing my mind a thousand times The cost and personal sacrifice Hateful words in notes and melodies This excuse, undeniable truth Reaching ears faster than you can move (this ghost shall burn my own shelter?) The last place i expect to cover my eyes from fevered discontent (if they could change) Change, would we admit? These empty promises they give Never telling us to live Our will cannot be broken Plaguing my mind a million times The loss and personal sacrifice Spiteful words in chords and melodies This abuse holds true Still nothing can escape through the worst of it all Or just regret (if they could change) Change, would we admit? These empty promises they give Never telling us to live Our will cannot be broken This pride we hold so closely Our will cannot be broken Instilled until the day we die Our will cannot be broken