It's a ghost town, rabid underworld,
Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight.
A mirage comes up, it never ends.
Once you get burnt, you're never the same.
Left behind, erased from time,
Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive.
Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here.
We don't rest in peace.
We just disappear.