The mire is dark and dreary
But through its darkness I see them clearly
Eerie lights and dimly lit shadows
As the fog laid its veil
Desperately calling
Aimlessly running
Terrible screams
In waking dreams
Cognitive dissonance
Making its reverence
It's just as well
It's all gone to hell
Beyond the burning dunes
From the waters of decay
In rotten center of ourselves
Lives the trembling fears
Never to leave us, never to fail us
Just outside our reach it stays
Thick stone walls and dirty water
I have all I need within me
Countless living ghosts
They walk these endless halls
I hear them screaming
Please make it all stop
To be free of this pain
I must bathe in the red stream
Let it wash over me
To soak my flesh and stain my dreams
In my mind where I am king
I sit upon my broken throne
And watch them hang from high above
Their ashes strewn into the wind
Strike them down to a vicious fate
For heinous crimes and dark days
Pure carnage and bloody screams
Reality was shaped from dreams
Burn them all, let the ashes flow free
This thirst for blood consumes me
The deed is done, my freedom won
The voices stopped to welcome their prodigal son
Are we fighting in vain
To make sure we're sane?
Must we endure
This life obscured?
Hell's waiting for you
When I am through
Captive minds
Will soon align
Countless living ghosts
They walk these endless halls
I hear them screaming
Please make it all stop
