the whispers of the dead screaming in my head
feeling there icy cold fingers upon my arm
why do they keep telling me to push down on the knife?
i feel the knife cutting deeper in my skin
is it me pushing the knife deeper?
or the the thoughts of the haunted dead forcing this on me
as my scarlet blood flows from my skin
they welcome me to there world of death
to enter the world of tortured lost souls
now im to take someone else to the land of tortured souls
next time you hear the deadly screams
feel the icy cold fingers upon your arm
its me guiding you to the world beyond