Gary Numan - Ghost Nation Lyrics

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Ghost Nation

Ghost Nation Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Ghost Nation By Gary Numan?
We live in a wind swept hell
Where dust and death are neighbors We hide in a perfect storm Not even god remembers We run from the wars of man From everything you are and will be We are invisible We are the dead ghost nation When the sky came down When the sun went dark When the night rolls on And we heard God laugh When the righteous came And they cleanse our sins Have you ever seen death with your own eyes? We live in the great unfound Where thought and ghost still wonder We drift on the drifting sand Where horrors of the past still linger We hide from the world of man From the cruelty of that defines you We are the wind and cries We are the dead ghost nation When the sky came down When the sun went dark When the night rolls on And we heard God laugh When the righteous came And they cleansed our sins Have you ever seen God with your own eyes? We represent the fame We are whispers in god's name We are the heat that burns your skin We're the cold that lets pain in We're the wind that blinds your eyes We're the machine that haunts your lies We're the nightmare when you sleep We're the guilt that old men... keep When the sky came down When the sun went dark When the night rolls on And we heard God laugh When the righteous came And they cleansed our sins Have you ever seen death with your own eyes? |
Who Wrote Ghost Nation By Gary Numan?
Gary Anthony James Webb
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