Under the Western Sky - Strung Out

There’s a wretched man I know

Who walks along a lonely road

He begs the world to see

The man he wants to be

He comes from dirt and he scrapes the sky

Like Jesus Christ, like suicide

With panic in his voice you can hear him whisper

Give up all your ghosts

And all the hurt you know

In regalia and armor we all hide

There’s a lonely girl I know

Undressing just to make the show

No sign of beauty left to fade

Phantoms of the digital Christ on parade

Somethin' in the drugs like nothing in your eyes

Like heaven up above, like missiles in the sky

Suffer here no more, drown out the heartache

Give up all your ghosts

And all the hurt you know

In regalia and armor we all hide

Give up all your ghosts

And all the hurt you know

Because anything that’s not growing here is murder

There’s an inferno in your eyes

That gives it all away

When you pretend that you don’t care

And now I’ll be sympathetic to the end

I’m just like you, I’m just pretending

That everything’s alright

Give up all your ghosts

And all the hurt you know

In regalia and armor we all hide

Give up all your ghosts

And all the hurt you know

Because anything that’s not growing here is murder