Ministry Of Ghostland

All my sins
Go away
When I’m feeling higher
All my trips
Bring some dreams
And lies from my empire

Breaking the chains for all my names
Stealing those faces for my ghostland
Using all my chemistry

All my limbs
Feel relief
When I have a Desire
Bring a ring
Creeping souls
Fighting for a blind lamp

Basements making my geography
Turning the wind for my industry
Using all my chemistry

Alone I can have it all
Alone I can make the price
Am I God?
Wear my crown
Hail to me

Breaking the chains for all my names
Stealing those faces for my ghostland
Turning the wind for my industry
Using all my chemistry