Phantoms کے بول

Oak trees at night are hiding places for those who can't sleep Writing in parking lots with nothing to buy Empty stores and overgrown grass Picture postcard of america Raindrops look like spider webs by the street lamp tonight I can remember no farther back than this I contrived to purge my mind No farther back than this I thought of looking for the key No farther back than this - for a door with no lock No farther back than this In this sunlight, night rolls through my eyes I saw a sea of flames and smoke in the sky They don't hear me; they are phantoms Hallucinations without number They don't hear me; they are phantoms Nightmare and sleep in a nest of flames Night becomes invisible - invisibly clear Running in circles over and over again Inspiration is is hard to find when everything feels wrong Countless hours speed by - mostly wasted and few remembered Every action is a consequence Drop out and believe Constant puzzles to fill the void There really aren't any answers Just endless riddles Dreams and sub conscience haunt Knowing something you can't awake Same old shit another day