Under the Western Sky

There's a wretched man I know
 Who walks along a lonely road
 He begs the world to see
 The man he wants to be
 He comes from dirt and he scrapes the sky
 Like Jesus Christ like suicide
 With panic in his voice you can hear him whisper
 Give up all your ghosts
 And all the hurt you know
 In regalia (in regalia)
 And armor we all hide
 There's a lonely girl I know
 Undressing just to make the show
 No sign of beauty left to fade
 Phantoms of the digital Christ on parade
 Somethin' in the drugs like nothing in your eyes
 Like heaven up above, like missiles in the sky
 Suffer here no more, drown out the heartache
 Give up all your ghosts
 And all the hurt you know
 In regalia (in regalia)
 And armor we all hide
 Give up all your ghosts
 And all the hurt you know
 Because anything that's not growing here is murder
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 There's an inferno in your eyes
 That gives it all away
 When you pretend that you don't care
 And now I'll be sympathetic to the end
 I'm just like you, I'm just pretending
 That everything's alright
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 Give up all your ghosts
 And all the hurt you know
 In regalia (in regalia)
 And armor we all hide
 Give up all your ghosts
 And all the hurt you know
 Because anything that's not growing here is murder!