Ghosts (Live)

Do you find yourself lost Mind like a carousel Have you earned the cost Can you free your thoughts? Your body may be chained But your soul can't be bought Holding on to ghosts of your own making With a crucified mind there's no escaping Holding on to ghosts of your own making With a crucified mind there's no escape Took oxygen from the heart Root like veins Sparse and charred Too busy plotting your end That you don't Even know where To start Holding on to ghosts of your own making With a crucified mind there's no escaping Holding on to ghosts of your own making With a crucified mind there's no escape