Ghosts
The voices in your head,
People, that you thought were dead.
Trying to communicate,
You hear, what they can t say.
Interrupting in your silence,
As you breathe nervously
Theyre crawling,
Inside You,
You cant explain
Youre falling,
Beside you,
This sick serenade
These ghosts are haunting you,
They tell you what to do.
And every nightmares true,
They tell you where to turn.
They have mission suicide,
So dont catch yourself sleeping.
Schizophrenic or the sixth sense,
Not believing what youre seeing.
Theyre covering up your mouth,
So you cant, breathe
Theyre crawling,
Inside you,
You cant explain
Youre falling,
Beside you,
Sick serenade
These ghosts are haunting you,
They tell you what to do.
And every nightmares true,
They tell you where to turn.
Get away, get away.
Get away, get away.