Ghost Alive - Battlecross

Hidden to the naked eye

Poisoned by atrocities

Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil

An empty shell of his former self

A breathing corpse, a ghost alive

The constant onslaught of pity and guilt

That can drive a man to take his own life

Medication blunting the pain

Deaden the urge to escape

To be rid of the horrors this swelling loss of insanity

Only time will heal the wounds

Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse

A ghost alive

A mind left scarred warped and mangled

From the twisted faces of the dead

Only time will heal the wounds

Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse

A ghost alive

Each waking day

Merely a curse in disguise

Subjected to visions

Of blood and murder in reprise

Crushing dreams of normalcy

Fleeting thoughts of perseverance

Are barely enough to survive

An empty shell of his former self

A breathing corpse, a ghost alive

The constant onslaught of pity and guilt

That can drive a man to take his own life