Under The Western Sky

There's a wretched man I know
Who walks along a lonely road
He begs the world to see
The man he wants to be

He comes from dirt and he scrapes the sky
Like Jesus Christ, like suicide
With panic in his voice you can hear him whisper

Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide

There's a lonely girl I know
Undressing just to make the show
No sign of beauty left to fade
Phantoms of the digital Christ on parade

Somethin' in the drugs like nothing in your eyes
Like heaven up above, like missiles in the sky
Suffer here no more, drown out the heartache

Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide

Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
Because anything that's not growing here is murder

There's an inferno in your eyes
That gives it all away
When you pretend that you don't care
And now I'll be sympathetic to the end
I'm just like you, I'm just pretending
That everything's alright

Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
In regalia and armor we all hide

Give up all your ghosts
And all the hurt you know
Because anything that's not growing here is murder