This was no accident

Just a slow decent

This was no master plan

Just chaos in your hand

We built a ghost town

In a wasteland

Planted our garden

On top of quicksand

We’re chasing shadows

Chased by the light of the moon

Not brave in battle

Just hope the war is over soon

No specter in the night

No phantom to fight

This was no grand design

Someone crossed a line

We keep our arms raised

Keep our flags hung

We cry for freedom

We devour our young

We’re chasing shadows

Chased by the light of the moon

Not brave in battle

Just hope the war is over soon

While we wait for the ricochet ...