Clarity

I might be dead, but I can still feel the shimmering tension
That hangs over my city, like a poisonous cloud
It’s choking me and what’s left of this burning town
Makes me wanna douse myself in kerosene
And I’ve been talking to ghosts lately that say
«This is the first day of the rest of our lives»
The first day of the rest of our lives
Through vast darkened skies
And into the arms of brothers from beyond
I stumbled upon clarity and so this is me
Raining on your parade
This is the first day of the rest of our lives
You think the wheels run smooth when oiled by bullshit
And a guided tour of Copenhagen never seemed this sad
So here’s a fist, a knife and a handful of coffin nails
And I’ve been talking to ghosts lately that say
«This is the first day of the rest of our lives»
Of the rest of our lives