Deathvillage

This is a story which is simply too complicated to explain using my own words. Even though I came up with this story before these songs were written (starting from this introduction, I shall leave a trail of songs to aid you in discovering certain characters and/or events), I am certain these match this book and bring it more to life, and accessible as well.
Hopefully you, the reader, are willing to aid me by giving me feedback in the comment section.

Died last night in my dreams
Walking the streets
Of some old ghost town
I tried to believe
In God and James Dean
But Hollywood sold out

Saw all of the saints
Lock up the gates
I could not enter
Walked into the flames
Called out your name
But there was no answer

Died last night in my dreams
All the machines
Had been disconnected
Time was thrown at the wind
And all of my friends
Had been disaffected

Now, I'm searching for trust
In a city of rust
A city of vampires
Tonight, Elvis is dead
And everyone's spread
And love is a satire

There's no one left in the world
I'm gunslingin'
Don't give a fuck if I go
Down, down, down
I got a voice in my head that keeps singing
Oh, my heart is a ghost town

My heart is a ghost town
Oh, my heart is a ghost town
(Said, my heart)
My heart is a ghost town
My heart is a ghost town

(Ghost Town - Adam Lambert)