rumors of war

there was dark and it turned to light
rumors of war in the middle of a starry night
a friendly breath
breathing songs of an eventual death
but no songs of good cheer
no one coming near
sounds unfamiliar but i'm trying to hear
and in the mirror a ghost
walking in from the east coast
carrying bags of pure gold
slaves cheated and bought and quickly sold
working from nine to well after five
barely making it out alive
head to toe
looking for another way to go
finding shadows instead of a sun
bodies in the street and a smoking gun
paradise lost and found
beating hearts barely making a sound
six feet under the cold cold ground
there was dark and it turned to light
rumors of war in the middle of a starry night
a friendly breath
breathing songs of an eventual death
but no songs of good cheer
no one coming near
sounds unfamiliar but i'm trying to hear
and in the mirror a ghost
walking in from the east coast
carrying bags of pure gold
slaves cheated and bought and quickly sold
working from nine to well after five
barely making it out alive
head to toe
looking for another way to go
finding shadows instead of a sun
bodies in the street and a smoking gun
paradise lost and found
beating hearts barely making a sound
six feet under the cold cold ground.