Everyone you know is technically a ghost
Living or dead, they're still inside your head...
When I drive alone, on the radio
When I fall asleep sleep, they haunt my dreams
Nothing can change; Nothing can change for me
On the way down, all the way down to hell
You follow me back to the place
Where we grew up and learned to hate
Everywhere I go I'm always seeing ghosts
Passing through my life, reminding me of time...
I peered into the mirror you broke the day you left
The paint has chipped away into black
Nothing can change; Nothing can change for me
On the way down, all the way down to hell
You follow me back to the place
Where we grew up and learned to hate