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...