there are ghosts in my walls
and demons in my head
they enchant me with stories
of what it's like to be dead

they cradle me softly
when no one else will
they whisper how lovely
it is to lie still

they sing to me sweetly
and make love to me at night
they tell me there's no way
anything will turn out right

they carry me away
from this place that i call home
this place that feels so empty
and where i've felt so alone

they've dug me up a grave
and they've sung their lullaby well
they don't have to push me in
since all i've known is hell

i step down on my own
and they smile sweetly still
blankets made of earth
are the only things i feel

the spirits wave goodbye
and the last thing that i see
is a new ghost among them
and i can tell it's me.