Waking up, I realize
I cannot see through my own eyes
I begin to panic as I try to find
A way to cope with my current bind
I do not know what caused this all
And I cry out "why?" as I trip and fall
I hear a voice inside my head
That empties my ears of all the lead
It teaches me to see with my heart
And my eyes once again learn to do their part

Counting sheep one, two, six at a time
Wishing I could sleep just to get away from time
Lying here yawning as the world flies by
I wonder if anyone knows that eventually they'll die
Resting in a search for some peace and quiet
I take a break from my television diet
What if the whole world came to a halt?
Would it learn anything new? Or would it just keep doing the same old thing?

I walk down these halls a hundred times a day
Just like I have for a hundred years
The walls are lined with wonderful pictures
Pictures of people I don't even know
I watch the tv and I sit in the chairs
I lay in the beds and I listen to the radio
But these things aren't mine
Some of them used to be but most never were
I throw the remote and smash the screen
I flip the chairs over and set the beds on fire
And they think they're the ones who are haunted…
I'm stuck in this world, stuck in this house
I can't die because I'm already dead
And can't move on because my legs are broken
And they think they're haunted…
No they're not haunted
I died like I was born
Without a face and without a name
No one really knew me
No one really cared
A short drop and a sudden stop
And I didn't either
Or so I thought…
Now I'm bound to walk these halls
To sit in the chairs surrounded by pictures that I'm not in
They don't know me
They don't care
They just want me to leave
But I can't
Oh, but how I wish I could
Sometimes I think Hell would be better than this
Sometimes I try to imagine it
Or maybe I could find my way into heaven
If I could convince God to have mercy
Mercy on my battered soul
Mercy would be nice…
Yeah…
And they think they're the ones who are haunted…