Clarity

I might be dead, but I can still feel the shimmering tension

That hangs over my city, like a poisonous cloud

It's choking me and what's left of this burning town

Makes me wanna douse myself in kerosene

And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say

"This is the first day of the rest of our lives"

The first day of the rest of our lives

Through vast darkened skies

And into the arms of brothers from beyond

I stumbled upon clarity and so this is me

Raining on your parade

This is the first day of the rest of our lives

You think the wheels run smooth when oiled by ********

And a guided tour of Copenhagen never seemed this sad

So here's a fist, a knife and a handful of coffin nails

And I've been talking to ghosts lately that say

"This is the first day of the rest of our lives"

Of the rest of our lives