Ghostmaker Songtext
von Into the Storm

Trade freedom for hell
Ignorance, is a decree
A lack of information
Those who control the past control the future
Bury the bodies
Beneath creation

Dust, From, The, Past
Fills, Every, Space, And
Is, Made, With, The
Bones, Of, The, Forgotten


Under the
Promise of
Progress
There
Is no fucking right
The sound of thunderous yells
Of protest, never heard never transferred
Filtered for mass reaction

Two and two makes five
Feed the masses
A complacent bath
A force fed dream
Lie down
Be washed
In greed
And absolute fucking purity