It’s Back

It won't come marching in or kicking your door
There'll be no writing in red letters
It will not call itself by names you've heard before
It won't call up from ill-lit cellars

This ghost is pinstriped, not some fool inside a sheet
There'll be no great parades, no gallows in the streets

It'll have a handsome smile and greet you as a friend
Just when you thought you were forsaken
It'll give you a house a job, and make you feel great again
And see your bloodlines reawaken

As all the lone wolves come togеther as a pack
Then you may realizе but there'll be no turning back