Empire

Empire sits at the edge of a hill
Born out of a gypsy mind
Hell they were once 300 souls
And none of them are mine
Now they're just ghosts in the street
Wandering a land that sleeps

That once it was a lovely place
Now just tumbled weed
The houses here silent, quiet getting steeves
Now they're just ghosts in the street
Wandering a land that sleeps

The mind of cali stands,
The woman who planted the seed on the land
Empire met its end

Once you're gone, you cannot go back
The locks they have all froze
Now they're just ghosts in the street
Wandering a land that sleeps

The man who built the empire up from the ground
Is the cracks in the foundation when blowing it off all down
Now they're just ghosts in the street
Wandering a land that sleeps
The mind of cali stands,
The woman who planted the seed on the land
Empire met its end

The mind of cali stands,
The woman who planted the seed on the land
Empire met its end
Oh, the empire met its end
Oh, the empire met its end.