Divided

Take a look at the marching line

Which you have lead

Have you had a talk with those ghosts

That live in your head

It's something that none of us can live without

Like a noose around your throat

You can thank god for it

As the lights go out

I had a dream

Tornado's rage inside and end

Burn down the institution

Try not to pretend

Sometimes I talk to ghosts

That live inside my head

Down there I know there's space

Inside that token bed

Last night I fell too deep inside my mind

Down there it's hard to tell what's wrong from right

I saw it tear my life in two again

You've got to burn yourself

To see the light my friend