Ghosts

Roaming in vain Without a goal The city's in my vein This city is my soul This New World Order's ark Caught in the motion Is drifting in the dark Is drifting on the ocean And nobody knows what's outside They tell us to look down To gaze at our feet Like ghosts in a ghost town Made of steel and concrete Where we belong They tell us what to be What makes us complete They makes us lonely Selfish and hungry to compete But we'll prove them wrong And somewhere, someone's sorting out something to Go where no one ever dared setting foot in Out there, someone is living free and safe Somewhere, lies a place where no one is enslaved