Ghost Army March

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[Verse 1] Sand in the barrel, grit in my teeth Twelve thousand miles from the oak trees The radio crackles with nothing but air Just me and the ghosts in the heat out there [Verse 2] Miller was laughing by the supply truck Then the sky opened up, just rotten luck I carved his name on a piece of tin Now the wind screams his voice, let it in [Chorus] Oh, the sun is a furnace, the moon is a knife Trading my sanity, bartering life I’m marching a rhythm that no one can hear With a ghost-army walking, making me fear [Verse 3] Johnson was steady, he held the left flank Now he’s just ash in an abandoned tank The desert is hungry, it swallowed the squad I’m walking home praying to a deaf-eared God [Chorus] Oh, the sun is a furnace, the moon is a knife Trading my sanity, bartering life I’m marching a rhythm that no one can hear With a ghost-army walking, making me fear [Bridge] I see them in patterns the tumbleweed draws I feel them in silence, outside of all laws They don't want an answer, they don't want a fight They just want a hand to hold in the night [Guitar Solo] [Synth Breakdown] [Outro] Still walking the line, keeping the pace Trying to forget every pale, hollow face But they’re right behind me, step for heavy step Keeping the promises that the living never kept Home is a long way off Home is just a long way off...