Fires in your retinas Turn into bright spheres of silver Lost sight of the beginning Repetitious patterns again and again No matter how hard you try Sensations you can't deny, they won't go You feel the echoes Ricochet through you Watch the decommissioned men Do the ancient dance of the shades All singing the same chorus It's the only one that they need to know Only the echoes Ricochet through you And they will stay there And live inside of you Mother to son Father, daughter All through your long years they'll haunt you Mother to son Father, daughter All through your long years they'll haunt you Oh, their echoes Ricochet straight through you