Ghosts are comming into town,
Everybody, scream and shout.
Only the happy people scream,
But the broken ones don't care, it seems.
The ghosts are taking over this place,
While singing this happy song they made.
'' Oh oh, sing along.
The humans are finally dead and gone.
The happiness that we killed,
Oh oh, i'm so thrilled.''
And suddenly the ghosts disappeard,
But actually, no one cheered.
The happiness is gone,
and so is my soul.
The happy thoughts are killed,
in this place they don't belong.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Ghosts are comming into town,
Everybody, scream and shout.
Only the happy people scream,
But the broken ones don't care, it seems.
The ghosts are taking over this place,
While singing this happy song they made.
'' Oh oh, sing along.
The humans are finally dead and gone.
The happiness that we killed,
Oh oh, i'm so thrilled.''
And suddenly the ghosts disappeard,
But actually, no one cheered.
The happiness is gone,
and so is my soul.
The happy thoughts are killed,
in this place they don't belong.
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