Are the ghosts in your head
Or did you let them go
Are you on the right side
Or will you ever know

And the secondhands are hanging out outside
Can you tell me again how to say goodbye

The blackshirts of the revolution are
Trading in their souls
They haven't found a way to gain control
We're all victims of the system
No matter which side you're on
Has the race to bottom already been won

We're hanging by treason
In the souls of our shoes
Can you think of me as I was
Or have I lost my use

And sometimes I wish I don't make it out alive
While horizons here are running out of time

The blackshirts of the revolution are
Trading in their souls
They haven't found a way to gain control
We're all victims of the system
No matter which side you're on
Has the race to bottom already been won

Everyone is selling something there's no audience anymore