Ghosts - August Burns Red, Jeremy McKinnon

We are the ghosts of the midway, the beasts of the alley

We are the living dead, living in your nightmares

Scraping ourselves from the earth

Living as though we are dirt

Staring like you’ve seen a ghost

The lowest of the low with nowhere to go

Back from the dead, now we’re groveling at your feet

Handcuffed for lying our heads as we’re withering in the streets

Back from the dead, now we’re groveling at your feet

Handcuffed for lying our heads as we’re withering in the streets

Fighting for your attention, begging for your generosity

Looking up just to see you turn your cheek on me

You walk on by like I’m invisible (Invisible)

All I want is to be seen as an equal

We fought your battles, and we built your homes

Sorry if I disturbed you

I just wish we could live like you do

Even in our most beautiful days it’s dark

Just look at the world around you

There’s a consequence for what we do

Pass judgment on me as you walk

Picture perfect ain’t my obsession

You can’t sum up my life from a first impression

Learn your lesson

Act like you know me, but do you even know yourself?

When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose

Act like you know me, but do you even know yourself?

When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose

I may have no one else to blame, but listen to me

You and I, we were once the same

I may have no one else to blame, but listen to me

You and I, we were once the same

I may have no one else to blame, but listen to me

You and I, we were once the same

I may have no one else to blame, but listen to me

You and I, we were once the same