Somebody walks with me Across this stony ground Somebody talks to me And I know I can feel you When you re coming `round When I surrender Haunted by the soul
Won't let me go Can you hear the voices, the choices The silent rage Something inside of me Some thing dividing me Haunting me Calling me Clawing me
things you can't return The shadows people leave behind Eventually you're bound to find Something you may never see Still it haunts your memory Some
Sons of the desecration Phantoms of all my fear Blood on the hands of modern kings Waiting for the answer Waiting for the answer Spiders that haunt
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
know shit I'm still knockin' 'em out Knockin' 'em dead Did what I said 'Cause I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead no jokin'
bare me on wings Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul
a thunder I believe My soul is infrared I can feel it Burning like from under I can feel it Burning from within Every nightmare haunts your bed The only place you're safe from dead
bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul
with death fuel The ecstasy's cruel The room's turning red, your trip becomes dread Yet still you accept She smiles then disappears- her face haunts
