Massacre - Ghost Town, Kevin Ghost, Evan Pearce

A place for the newlyweds and nearly-deads

I’m counting the stones, I hope you know I love you

Got a lot of friends six feet under us

Counting down the days 'till we join the party

Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine

Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

Hated is something that we’re brought up to be

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

Breathing in these lies is no surprise

These evil things are all we know

Lets take these lives where we want to go

The future is our prize, when the stars align

In the end it’s me and you

Almost there gotta see this through

Ghouls and ghosts will haunt my soul but they will never take me

Before I go, I want to show that we can make a difference

Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

Hated is something that we’re brought up to be

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

Satisfaction

We’ve got some dumb perceptions

But I’ve got the death connection

All the hate that you have, just throw it away

Life is meant for more, but we’re too distracted

Too caught up in the anger and judgment

Caught up in the web of lies

I’ve heard these things keep our blood boiling

Keeps us alive, and moving forward

Well, fuck that

If that’s the case I was born a dead man

And I’m forever a ghost

Hatred is something that we’re brought up to see

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

Hated is something that we’re brought up to be

Now everybody’s looking at me

I hope they know

That they won’t get their satisfaction

They won’t get their satisfaction