"Ghostyard" lyrics

A ghostyard
Now I'm laid right in the middle
A mother raised a shotgun
Poured a little

I sure got another option
For my wandering about

Ghostyard
Now I'm laying right in the middle

A spirit waves
And then he's gone

A small bird
Crushed out in the garden
A fat worm
Taken for the other

Everyone could see it coming
Being born without an eye

Small bird
Stretched out for the others
I see you fade
And now she's gone

One day
The earth will be an ocean
Airwaves
In place of our emotion

Everyone can see it coming
We all got locked inside the gate
Digitize consumption
Turning man into a slave

Someday
The world will be an ocean
We all get played
And then we're gone