why must I sit in here na path that wasn't meant to be, catastrophe seems so clear nalong this grip realitynnOI!nI cannot stay here nattention is banality, nso I stay locked out of fear na source of fatality... nghost dance! nnhow the rain showers on me nfeel things getting ripped apart, na million miles down the seanthis tender cry of the human heart... nnOI!nso pretend you know the answernas the sky is turning grey, ntry pretend it isn't stupid nas that rain rips your flesh apart nnghost dance!