Wading through a sea of ghasts Empty souls with eyes downcast Lined up with their time elapsed Sheep amassed Crumbled skin on crumbled bones Coming out their broken homes Have nothing to call their own They want something, come from nothing Seen the depths of our hate Lacks the strength, postulate Cannot help but just stagnate Wading through a sea of ghasts Empty souls with eyes downcast Lined up with their time elapsed Sheep amassed Shriveled skin on crumbled bones Coming out their broken homes Have nothing to call their own Been failed by the social structure Buckling from immense pressure No safety net to pay their rent Covered in sweat, needless torment