Less the dead forget
Why awaken to another existence
It's born from the ashes of hell
From it stems all forms of nastiness
Then the boogieman comes alive
And scares little boys and girls
The time has come unto your world
The dead lives on inside your bedroom
In the closet where they are mostly found
Creeping around and watching you
They don't care about much of anything
Less you want to give them your soul
Then they are happy as can be

I just pray I leave this earth and don't stay behind
Wherever I go would be anywhere better than staying behind