why must I sit in here
a path that wasn't meant to be, catastrophe seems so clear
along this grip reality
OI!
I cannot stay here
attention is banality,
so I stay locked out of fear
a source of fatality...
ghost dance!
how the rain showers on me
feel things getting ripped apart,
a million miles down the sea
this tender cry of the human heart...
OI!
so pretend you know the answer
as the sky is turning grey,
try pretend it isn't stupid
as that rain rips your flesh apart
ghost dance!