We chase the ghosts in the meme-machine
We are the ghosts of this machine
Bouncing back along a severed line
Chasing echoes of an older rhyme

This town's in a ghost town state
There are ghosts out walking late

Words for the demon inside of you
Pursuing shadows of a darker view
We're all ghosts between time and reason
Tracking echoes from another season

This town's in a ghost town state
There are ghosts out walking late

This town's in a ghost town state
There are ghosts out walking late