Clarity

I might be dead, but I can still feel the shimmering tension
 That hangs over my city, like a poisonous cloud
 It's choking me and what's left of this burning town
 Makes me wanna douse myself in kerosene
 And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say
 "This is the first day of the rest of our lives"
 The first day of the rest of our lives
 Through vast darkened skies
 And into the arms of brothers from beyond
 I stumbled upon clarity and so this is me
 Raining on your parade
 This is the first day of the rest of our lives
 You think the wheels run smooth when oiled by bullshit
 And a guided tour of Copenhagen never seemed this sad
 So here's a fist, a knife and a handful of coffin nails
 And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say
 "This is the first day of the rest of our lives"
 Of the rest of our lives