Pathos

Think moron pathos don't you know
Strangers are more than you'd like them to be
Out of our mind we stumble to find one another in passing
Pathos

Who's less than a ghost?
To be certain you're plotting your curtain so amicably
Parades and passers, the thinker, the miser 
might all be the wiser 
Pathos

[interlude: jet scream, orchestral vox]

You're leaving your post that's for certain
scouting for souls where you aren't to be
Lacklustre day we're mining our way down a vein to the heart of 
Pathos