Ghosts 歌词

We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained. We speak words profane. We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand: We're following a different plan. Tried to live the good life, I just wasn't good enough. Tried to live the simple life, I wasn't simple enough. Tried to live the high life, I couldn't get high enough. We won't let you forget.