It comes and goes in waves you can't save me
The TV blurs the scope of reality
The morning sun on a summer day
The brotherhood of a family
Chilling cold of an autumn night
The sweet caress of the one you love

The battle of who has the most is turning my life to a ghost

Haunted by myself

Looking out of a cracked windshield I've gained solace
I've seen fear and pride, I know you've seen it too
Looking at life through the lens of America
Fashion and dollar signs, garbage and power lines
Line your pockets with fear and hysteria
Watch the media be what they want us to be

Friends and family should mean more to me
Than my success and my own greed
Will I find what I need most
Or will I die and rise a ghost

The battle of who has the most is turning my life to a ghost