roll up your sleeves, there's work for you to do,nnthe sand's blocking the drains nnbut keep your ears shut or it will talk to you. nnwe don't need accusations. nnwe know there's dried blood on the stairs. nnit keeps telling those stories i don't want to hear anymore. nnnni startle every time the heating goes on nnand i jump out of bed when the storm gets stronger. nnwhat did you really buy those wind chimes for nnwhen every time they start to jingle nni think someone's at the front door.nnnnthey always come back around, nnthe ghosts of the past they hunt me down all the time.nnnni remember selling something for a handful of glass beadsnnand now i am an invaded country nnwith a ghost town inside of me nnbut it's nothing like in the movies nnor on a theme park ride. nndon't you dare to laugh or it won't let you sleep tonight. nnthey're building factories in my head, nnthey rattle and pound all along. nnthat's why my hands are shaking when i try to hold on. nndon't try to stop the nosebleed, nnnothing will fix me nnas long as i don't come to terms with something nnthat's always gonna trick me.nnnnthey always come back around, nnthe ghosts of the past they hunt me down all the time.