Abstract and sick we're bent out of shape Like in a coma, a zombie-like state Values decaying, morbid sense of life Out in the streets they fight and they die Essential knowledge degenerated now Too many starving but surviving somehow Terror dictators make fortunes of war There's just one thing that they're fighting for Ghosts of my mind Take me away Ghosts of my mind Another day Wearing a mask each and every day Playing a role but who dares to say Stricken in fate days passing by Each day means dying and soon we must die Ghosts of my mind Takes me away Ghosts of my mind Another day