Ghost Bust That

These ghosts we have, alive and wellThese ghosts have passed, right through your handsYou'll never know, what's really hereYou'll never know what's come beforeWe'll make these graves, unearth these tombsThese ghosts will haunt againWe'll make these graves, unearth these tombsThese ghosts will haunt againHistory locked awayMemory locked awayYou'll never know what brought us hereThese ghosts we asked to lead the wayWe'll make these graves, unearth tombsThese ghosts will haunt againWe'll make these graves, unearth tombsThese ghosts will haunt againAll this will beAll this will be forgotten, just give it timeAll this will be forgottenAll of us dead and buriedOur breathless phantoms songsAll of us dead and buried, as your attention fallsLeft only whispers carried, our breathless phantoms songsThese lambs will slaughter usThese lambs will make us living ghosts