Mob Rules

Out of my head things are going mad
So we cannot return into life
Out of myy mind all eyes are still blind
And the only impression is pale
We cannot realise the aim
Just did identify that
ThereзЈ— no one in ghost town
Nobody switched the light on
A black hole in ghost town
Just dark and cold rooms for to pray
Inside your bed the rats are still there
And the poison corroded the frame
Inside your mouth your tongue starts to shout
And it swallows the uncertain name