Removed

Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
 bottle is washed up but the message is missing
 heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
 pay the price of admission
 haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
 till i step through the window
 over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
 weigh the difference, the scales are turned
 let conscience be so judged
 arrows with strings flung from below
 striking and reeling you in
 tied to mistakes, left there for days
 seeing which side you're in
 lately i feel so removed
 fell back into the ditch i dug
 and doing the things i normally do
 heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
 pay the price of admission
 haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
 till i step through the window
 lately i feel so removed
 doing the things that i do