The Ghost - A Letter From God lyrics

This city is a beehive Its deadly and unfortunately simple One million tree lined streets With branches like haunting arms You've swallowed your revolution You've sold your gift The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin The walking dead all force their smiles Your houses are tombstones Built on reservation and self neglect The windows watch your shadows fade What have you done? How will you numb yourself next? Righteousness, you've built yourself a prison How I wish you were all as smart as you like to think you are You filthy rats what have you done? Eat, fight, f** and sleep, now fill in the blanks I am floating in space I am searching for survivors I am looking for answers just like you I am watching the mirrors, I spit on my own face Anger is like laughing at your own jokes When we become what we claim to hate I tell you this with one foot in the grave Here is your cracker jack prize This is your American romance Read it to your children when you tuck them in... Its all in the struggle my friend, its bullets and flowers Its that soft hum we all hear, but never quite mention Your beauty is in your faults, spill your guts and share your scars Stop taking your life for granted Be honest, be afraid, only you can judge yourself Be honest, be afraid, freedom is personal The miracle is by your side not in the stars, put faith in your heart That's it, I'm so sick I can hardly move All of the angels have problems of their own You always forget that I need you far more than you need me