Listen for Ghosts

Ultrasonic catatonic altered states of droning phonics
 Thoughts melt with the candle's flame
 Empty stages Macbook sages
 Fist pumping repeated phrases
 Mesmerize the empty minds
 I bite down on my tongue
 While the pain whispers that the jury's hung
 Lower the denominator to corral the most in favor
 To follow in lieu of creation
 I can't say where it's going
 I only know where has been
 The further we go the deeper the hole
 Can rock n' roll be dead
 Heretic the cynic who describes
 The sounds as photogenic
 Beauty crying I deserve better
 Holding on like nothing's wrong
 When you can't even sing the song
 It's addiction to comfort's tones
 Shame's a game best freed
 When tamed after you have shifted blame
 Bitters better when you're right
 Despite the loss you always fight
 Pride alone on a dying vine
 I can't say where it's going
 I only know where it has been
 The further we go the deeper the hole
 Can rock n' roll be dead
 Ya' see
 I can't say where it's going
 I only know where it has been
 The further we go the deeper the hole
 Can rock n' roll be dead
 Ultrasonic catatonic altered states of droning phonics
 Thoughts melt with the candle's flame
 Empty stages Macbook sages
 Fist-pumping repeated phrases
 Mesmerize the empty minds
 I bite down on my tongue
 When the pain whispers that the jury's hung
 Lower the denominator to corral the most in favor
 To follow in lieu of creation
 Welcome to where it's going
 Fall in line with the trends
 The further we go the deeper the hole
 Can rock n' roll be dead
 Shame
 Rock n' Roll is a ghost
 Shame
 Rock n' Roll is a ghost
 Shame
 Rock n' Roll is a ghost
 Shame
 Rock n' Roll is a ghost