Ghosttownwhen the night falls, I lay my head on shallow ground,
covered by the sand of desert dunes I will be found,
write your name with fingers in the sand...
and it's blown away by sandstorms andI'm gonna leave this ghosttown,
I'm leaving, leaving, leaving this ghosttown,
I'm gonna leave it on its own -
lost souls on dead groundand all the memories that come at night and steal my sleep,
the never ending game of love and pain, I'm in too deep,
rattlesnakes drw circles in the dust,
and while I watch them I realize I mustleave this ghosttown...
(Fury in The Slaughterhouse)