You stand in front of a dead ghost-rider
Everyone's going mad today
I stand in front of a dead ghostrider
And hear them crying 'hurray!'
Ah the say hurray!
They sing hurray.
For you too hard to stay
For you too late today
They live behind a blinded mirror
Don't you feel the creepy cheer?
Ah the say hurray!
They sing hurray.
For you too hard to stay
For you too late today
For you too hard to stay
The people here are called barrillas
They have no friends except their fear
We still hear them laugh behind the mirror
They like to dream of being healed.
Barrillas, barillas, punished forever
Until you wake up and they are free
And you are free. If you wake up...