Parade from Ghostland by ELMS

hard to face it
while constantly moving
sleeping uneasy
till it finally comes
that endless parade of
empty distraction
brought up to bleed out
now it’s finally done

from one to another
be mindful of men who
have hands that hold nothing
so are easily led
to grasp at the slightest
thread of desire
whatever they might spy
at the edge of the path

slink in the shadows
from comfort to comfort
sleep like a babe
turns out you’re still just a child
a rootless existence
bending towards virtue
betrayed by belief in
some empty parade

from one to another
be mindful of men who
clutch at their standards
and gaze straight ahead
march with a mind towards
stagnation and order
secure in the silence
of the land of the dead

you city of snitches
bound up in bunting and banners
lost to all words of reason
lost to all sense of care
marching in lockstep
one final communion
nihilism and pride
isolation and fear

• Electronic
• darkwave
• synth pop
• Peterborough