Ghosts in the Gallery

Ghosts in the Gallery: written by Ryan P Rohn

Lyrics:
I won't lay down with you and slowly die, rotting in the comfort of sold lies
From passages of forbidden archives, I'm schooled on truths that your pretty eyes wouldn't dare see

See the procession of dim lit drones, silently shackled to their phones; being led into the catacombs of forfeited hopes and dreams

In the galleries are ghosts tracing their tracks, on the hunt for long lost artifacts, that they never will again get back from the clutches of eternity

I am light years from your time and space, and the vinear that redefines your face
You're free to assume along the lines you trace
Me, I'm just in a different place

Drama of a dying world on a corporate stage
A captive audience plays off of every page
What's become of the Aquarius Age?
Are you engaged in a self fulfilled prophecy?

Is earthbound love an ancient refugee, hiding from too many perverted enemies?
Ahead is a step into a future I can't see
Behind is an anchor and a cold dark sea

Echoes of a past life rise upon a chant,
as a tribal drumbeat holds me in a trance
I recall a calling I knew in advance, long before they got ahold of me

I am light years from your time and space, and the vinear that redefines your face
You're free to assume along the lines you trace
I'm just in a different place