[Marcellus]
This is a ghost town
This is a ghost town for real, man

These are the ghosts sounds, know
When you knock
I can't be found
By the psychos with sewn mouths

I have been beat down
Broken and left out (left out)

No doubt, No doubt
You're a ghost now
Join me, and that quiet sound

No doubt, no doubt
No doubt you're a ghost now
You and me, in that quiet

If you're so scared, why don't you leave?

Its clear to me that there's death in these seeds
Its death in these seeds

Nothing. Can. Grow
I try to keep of every memory you keep

If the pain is overtaken

I have a sense of belonging