Data Ghosts -

We’ve got 18 to life, we’ve got holes in our heads.

We’ve got ages of waiting and no cigarettes.

We’re like ghosts of the past, we’re like lights in the mist.

We’re the hum of the machine when back-up's fatalist.

And if I don’t break it then you won’t break it.

If I don’t break it then you won’t, Julianna.

I won’t fake it if you don’t fake it.

I won’t fade out if you don’t first.

On the bed, what you said, were you miles away

When you fractured my heart and left nothing to say?

And you talk in your sleep and you’re silent awake.

And the walls closing in don’t protect you from fate.

All was scattered and lost;

the decline of our age.

No regrets as we bled and we filed away.

In the body’s divorce luminescence was faint

And our tragedy wore us until we were vacant.

And if I don’t break it then you won’t break it.

If I don’t break it then you won’t, Julianna.

I won’t fake it if you don’t fake it.

I won’t fade out if you don’t first.

Rigor mortis kicked in and we started to fade;

We the dead we the dead in that halcyon state.

Like the storm in your head, like a gasp of the waves,

We were in and the dim light prepared us to break.

There’s no God looking in, there’s no more calm restraint,

Just the terror of watching the terror of age.

We the dead, we the dead, we will not chose our fate.

We’re not dead, we’re abandoned, we know we’re just vacant.