Maybe just a dead signnspeaking to my eyes shaking I can think ofnA piece of broken fifth handnreaching to my head falling I can think ofnClosing my eyes tight,nI can hear the sounds of my fellowsnThey are sounding so cold...nnMaybe just a Ghostnyou say and forget about itnI stopped talkingnThen a piece of cracked toothntalking to my nail stingingnI can snatch outnnCold, lost parts,nThey are stinging me so coldnI know they live in the pastnnDon't stick it, kick it out. Shut Down!nDon't stick it, pick it out. Shut Down!nDon't take it, get it backnI tried to kill the dead ghost - shoot!nBut I got a miss shotnDon't stick it, kick it out. Shut Down!nDon't stick it, pick it out. Shut Down!nDon't take it, get it backnI tried to shoot them downnThey stay in my foot steps...nnMaybe just a red dotnattacking to my toe tender I can think ofnSome forgotten small seedsnsinging to my ear, scratchynThey are sounding so coldnnLost parts,nthey are stinging me so coldnI know they live in the pastnnDon't stick it, kick it out. Shut Down!nDon't stick it, pick it out. Shut Down!nDon't take it, get it backnI tried to kill the dead ghost - shoot!nBut I got a miss shotnDon't stick it, kick it out. Shut Down!nDon't stick it, pick it out. Shut Down!nDon't take it, get it backnI tried to shoot them downnThey stay in my foot stepsnI gave upnand then put the gun downnnit's maybe just a piece of lost dead pastnfallen from the trash can forgettablencreeping trying to find a space to benkind of a piece of puzzle never been solvednfifty thousands foot steps still going onnno place to be I can think ofnClosing my eyesnI can feel themn'cause they are my fellowsnlived in the past,nloved in the past,nused in the past,nlost in the pastnwhere will they gonIn stead of my pride?