Seems everywhere I go
I feel more and more like an outsider.
The old haunts are filling up with new ghosts.
Rattle your chains, o my people,
so that I may find you.
But the rest is silence.
I feel more and more like an outsider.
The old haunts are filling up with new ghosts.
Rattle your chains, o my people,
so that I may find you.
But the rest is silence.
robotsatemyhair:
Nice.