Give Up Your Ghost
Ben Blondel
Oh sleeping slaves we're better off awake
Better off hoping for change
My simpleness where have you been
Why have we all given in
To the ghost of love, the ghost of love again
Have we chased it home?
We chased it to the grave
Don't settle for shifting shadows
They have never stayed for long
When the final sun has sunk
All you, all you ever knew
Was the ghost of hopе, the ghost of hope again
Yet wе hang our lives by this temporary thread
The ghost is a selfish thing that longs for earthly things Like gold, lovers, towers and blood from others
Until we fall until we die We will never find
The hands we held with ghosts inside Were just a lie
Oh sleeping slaves we're better off awake Better off hoping for change