Uploaded April 2016 | Updated September 2026, 26 minutes ago
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/TheseIllusions
Lyrics:
Un wishful thinking
Unlawful damnation
Come forth through the crowd
Speak up so loud that the dead can hear you screaming..
Your words they have more meaning then you think..
..That the friendly are listening
But really they're loathing
My world is exploding
Drop em like a bomb
So, I'll drop em like a bomb
Ignorance, so cliche, one hit of pure decay.
Wicked,Wretched,Catatonic...
Lookin' for a place to vomit.
Takin on the fuckin' world,
A body at a time.
Now ya sit in devils heaven,
Just before you know you're dead.
I've got this itching, sinking feeling,
You're in someone else's bed.
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
it's not my fault
You can't be serious
Wicked,Wretched,Catatonic
Lookin' for a place to vomit.
Take that bullshit elsewhere
(You can't be serious
You must be delirious)
Sit tight this might get messy
We're painting the walls with these actions.
If only they could speak
What happen should never leave
So tragic they won't believe
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
No one knows,
No one care
No one seems to hear what isn't said
Too afraid to stand up
Too ashamed to say...
..I deserve this!
I deserve this!
Letting go has set me free!
Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering
Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering
..I deserve this!
I deserve this!
Letting go has set me free!
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
This is delirious
This can't be true
Why can't you see the truth
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
We are so excited for Ghost Town Tuesday's to be back! This first song was written with Evan during the early writing sessions for the Evolution album. It started out with the title BloodSuckers but for whatever reason it didn't progress as we got deeper into the making of the album. It was something we kept talking about and was a unanimous choice to relaunch Ghost Town Tuesday's! While we were on tour with Simple Plan we thought it would be bad ass to finish it with Evan masterminding the production controls and that's exactly what we've spent the last week doing in Palm Springs where it has evolved into "These Illusions Are My Latest Addiction". We hope you Ghosts love it as much as we do!
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/ghosttown-itunes
Facebook: facebook.com/officialghosttown
Twitter: twitter.com/ghosttown
Tumblr: officialghosttown.tumblr.com
Store: store.officialghosttown.com
FOR ARTWORK:
imamachinist.com
alisterdippner.tumblr.com
(Original artwork by Im A Machinist)
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/TheseIllusions
Lyrics:
Un wishful thinking
Unlawful damnation
Come forth through the crowd
Speak up so loud that the dead can hear you screaming..
Your words they have more meaning then you think..
..That the friendly are listening
But really they're loathing
My world is exploding
Drop em like a bomb
So, I'll drop em like a bomb
Ignorance, so cliche, one hit of pure decay.
Wicked,Wretched,Catatonic...
Lookin' for a place to vomit.
Takin on the fuckin' world,
A body at a time.
Now ya sit in devils heaven,
Just before you know you're dead.
I've got this itching, sinking feeling,
You're in someone else's bed.
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
it's not my fault
You can't be serious
Wicked,Wretched,Catatonic
Lookin' for a place to vomit.
Take that bullshit elsewhere
(You can't be serious
You must be delirious)
Sit tight this might get messy
We're painting the walls with these actions.
If only they could speak
What happen should never leave
So tragic they won't believe
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
No one knows,
No one care
No one seems to hear what isn't said
Too afraid to stand up
Too ashamed to say...
..I deserve this!
I deserve this!
Letting go has set me free!
Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering
Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering
..I deserve this!
I deserve this!
Letting go has set me free!
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
This is delirious
This can't be true
Why can't you see the truth
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
you can't be serious
Now the blood suckers begin to show their teeth.
Your true color splattered on these walls in red
Smoke and mirrors they hide the spit behind your teeth
These illusions got me suffering
We are so excited for Ghost Town Tuesday's to be back! This first song was written with Evan during the early writing sessions for the Evolution album. It started out with the title BloodSuckers but for whatever reason it didn't progress as we got deeper into the making of the album. It was something we kept talking about and was a unanimous choice to relaunch Ghost Town Tuesday's! While we were on tour with Simple Plan we thought it would be bad ass to finish it with Evan masterminding the production controls and that's exactly what we've spent the last week doing in Palm Springs where it has evolved into "These Illusions Are My Latest Addiction". We hope you Ghosts love it as much as we do!
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/ghosttown-itunes
Facebook: facebook.com/officialghosttown
Twitter: twitter.com/ghosttown
Tumblr: officialghosttown.tumblr.com
Store: store.officialghosttown.com
FOR ARTWORK:
imamachinist.com
alisterdippner.tumblr.com
(Original artwork by Im A Machinist)
