A Letter From God
Ghost Lyrics


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This city is a beehive

Its deadly and unfortunately simple

One million tree lined streets

With branches like haunting arms


You've swallowed your revolution

You've sold your gift

The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin

The walking dead all force their smiles



Your houses are tombstones

Built on reservation and self neglect

The windows watch your shadows fade



What have you done?

How will you numb yourself next?

Righteousness, you've built yourself a prison

How I wish you were all as smart as you like to think you are

You filthy rats what have you done?

Eat, fight, fuck and sleep, now fill in the blanks



I am floating in space

I am searching for survivors

I am looking for answers just like you

I am watching the mirrors, I spit on my own face

Anger is like laughing at your own jokes

When we become what we claim to hate



I tell you this with one foot in the grave

Here is your cracker jack prize

This is your American romance

Read it to your children when you tuck them in...



Its all in the struggle my friend, its bullets and flowers

Its that soft hum we all hear, but never quite mention

Your beauty is in your faults, spill your guts and share your scars

Stop taking your life for granted

Be honest, be afraid, only you can judge yourself

Be honest, be afraid, freedom is personal

The miracle is by your side not in the stars, put faith in your heart



That's it, I'm so sick I can hardly move

All of the angels have problems of their own





You always forget that I need you far more than you need me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ghost's song "A Letter From God" paint a bleak picture of modern society, criticizing the numbness and apathy of its inhabitants. The first verse compares the bustling city to a beehive, emphasizing its dangerous and simplistic nature. The use of tree-lined streets with haunting arms as branches further emphasizes the haunting nature of the city. The second verse is a critique of the people themselves, describing them as having swallowed their revolution and sold their gift, becoming the walking dead with plastic skin and forced smiles. The houses of the city are described as tombstones built on reservation and self-neglect, with their windows watching shadows fade. The chorus asks what the people have done and how they will numb themselves next, criticizing their self-righteousness and the prisons they have built for themselves.


The third verse shifts the focus to the persona and their search for answers. They describe themselves as floating in space, searching for survivors just like the people on Earth. They are watching their own reflection and feeling anger, which they describe as being like laughing at their own jokes. They end by telling the people that they need them far more than the people need them.


Overall, the lyrics to "A Letter From God" are a warning to society about the dangers of becoming numb and apathetic, and a call to be honest with oneself and to not take life for granted.


Line by Line Meaning

This city is a beehive
The city is full of activity and commotion, similar to a beehive


It's deadly and unfortunately simple
The city's simplicity and lethality are unfortunate


One million tree lined streets
The city has many streets lined with trees


With branches like haunting arms
The tree branches resemble arms, which is haunting


You've swallowed your revolution
You have suppressed your revolutionary spirit


You've sold your gift
You have given up your talent or ability


The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin
People who lack passion or emotion are like lifeless zombies with fake exteriors


The walking dead all force their smiles
People who lack passion and emotion try to appear happy


Your houses are tombstones
Your homes are lifeless and reminiscent of graves


Built on reservation and self neglect
Your homes were constructed through repressing and ignoring your own needs


The windows watch your shadows fade
The windows observe as you slowly lose yourself


What have you done?
What actions have you taken?


How will you numb yourself next?
In what way will you try to numb your emotions in the future?


Righteousness, you've built yourself a prison
Your insistence on always being right has trapped you in a mental prison


How I wish you were all as smart as you like to think you are
I wish everyone were as intelligent as they believe themselves to be


You filthy rats what have you done?
You are acting disgracefully, what have you done?


Eat, fight, fuck and sleep, now fill in the blanks
You perform simple, animalistic actions without any additional purpose


I am floating in space
I am feeling lost


I am searching for survivors
I am looking for signs of hope


I am looking for answers just like you
I am searching for solutions to the same issues as you


I am watching the mirrors, I spit on my own face
I am self-reflecting, but ashamed of what I see


Anger is like laughing at your own jokes
Being angry is like finding humor in something that isn't really funny


When we become what we claim to hate
We become the very things we despise


I tell you this with one foot in the grave
I'm informing you while feeling near death


Here is your cracker jack prize
Here is your underwhelming reward


This is your American romance
This is your rushed and superficial love story


Read it to your children when you tuck them in
Tell your kids this same story before bedtime


It's all in the struggle my friend, its bullets and flowers
Life is about both hardship and beauty


It's that soft hum we all hear, but never quite mention
We all sense a gentle noise but don't acknowledge it


Your beauty is in your faults, spill your guts and share your scars
Your weaknesses and vulnerabilities make you beautiful; express them honestly


Stop taking your life for granted
Appreciate and value your life


Be honest, be afraid, only you can judge yourself
Be truthful, be cautious, and be self-critical


Freedom is personal
Freedom is unique to each individual


The miracle is by your side not in the stars, put faith in your heart
The miracle exists within you, not in some outside entity; believe in yourself


That's it, I'm so sick I can hardly move
I'm so ill I can barely function


All of the angels have problems of their own
Everyone struggles, even those deemed 'perfect'


You always forget that I need you far more than you need me
You underestimate how much I rely on you




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