IT CAME FROM THE DEAD

It came from the dead
With the mark of a red wicked 6
Photographed vortex
Gave proof of this vile conjuring
Dark spells cast like a heart attack
From a long dead ghost
Mesmerism
Tempted by a night time thrill
Cheated by a scream from a decoy

The ghost finished screaming forgets
Of the haunting for the protest
Metaphysical and insanely perverse
Of the tearing seal of ectoplasm
Of the tearing seal of ectoplasm
Floated then flew away
Jealous of attention from the warm bodied
And free its anger was so agitated
Flying smashed out of the window
It was captured by the infrared scanner
Full terror of what could become
Of this poltergeist lost among us
Seeking nothing but to feel
Thrown by this specter
There’s no escape from the stone

Retribution is in store

Look out!

Zombies!

A Ghost infection of the dead
From the books that some have read
They’re crawling from the hallowed ground
They’re Tearing earth in much abound
The Cemeteries emptied out
The Morgues are silent all throughout
Some are whole, some cut in two
Some are old and some are new
Finally they’re free
As far as we can see
All the living flee
The time has come to be
Zombies!

Those still living run like hell
Careful not to leave a trail
Don’t leave a scent that they can smell
Or they will find you without fail
Not a fortress can withstand
The walking dead severe demands
The hunger fuels them for their greed
For blood and brains is what they need

They’re in the schools and in the malls
They stormed the public conference halls
They spread their fear just like disease
And swarm their hate like killer bees
They’ll eat your guts and eat your brains
They’ll chase you down till you’re insane
They don’t feel peace they don’t feel pain
They only mass for undead reign

dead have come
beat the drum
life has lost
death has won
Zombies. Zombies. Zombies. Zombies.

Close Your Eyes

Where do we go when we are dead?
I don’t know
I’m lying in my bed
And there’s something tapping at my window
I know it’s in my head
The sound of a woman’s voice as she’s softly crying
Now I have a feeling of dread
As my heart beats
Keeping the rhythm of my labored breathing
Coldness creeps into the room
Something is sliding on the floor
This night is quiet as a tomb
There is something pushing on the door
There is something in the house
Something in the house
Something in the house
And I can’t breathe

I don’t believe in ghosts
They’re not real
But the tingling sensation up my spine
A cold chill
A quiet voice outside
My window a wind blows
Across my face it’s out of place
I trace it
Back to the corner of my room
There’s nothing there
Except the strange sensation of a hard glare
Like someone looking at me in anger
Like there’s someone coming at me in anger
And I feel an odd sensation of danger
An ever rising feeling of danger
There’s a hand on my throat
A hand on my throat
A hand on my throat
And I can’t breathe

Windows Close and Doors will Open
Close your eyes
Close your eyes

Something is always watching…

I close my eyes in the dead of the night
But it doesn’t keep the fear out, it doesn’t keep the fear out.

Her Hair Turned Gray

They took her to the murder house on a dare
They told about a family that once lived there
Until the horrid night while they were unaware
Someone came and killed them all then disappeared

The house had stayed abandoned after all these years
Rumors about the things in there have been declared
Tonight the girl is gonna prove that she’s not scared
And with a laugh she kicked the gate while everybody stared

This is what we’ve heard and this is what they say:
Her hair turned gray, the very next day!!!

She stepped into the dusty hall and softly shut the door
A coldness crept inside her spine that wasn’t there before
Walking up the stairs with a compulsion to explore
She went into the bedroom with the stain that’s on the floor

Standing in the middle took a picture of her score
She heard a noise that made her jump and whispered like a roar
She turned her head to see a face a woman filled with scorn
She ran out screaming from the house returning nevermore

This is what we’ve heard and this is what they say:
Her hair turned gray, the very next day!!!

Some things that you see
Can never be unseen

Dragged Down To The Basement

Dragged down the basement kicking and screaming

The modern sense of arrogance you have won’t help you here
That which you are dealing with is greater than you fear
All the signs that you’ve ignored are creeping ever near
You try to drown it out with logic but it ends in tears
A picture falls off the wall
Another light bulb dies
Crying sounds in the hall
Lights flicker, a lamp enlights

It’s so dark where we are
We are so angry
There was so, so much blood
We are so angry

Your modern sense of ignorance won’t help you end the night
The science in the toys you keep will only serve to spite
The darkness of the shadows move just outside your sight
Closing in to catch their prey closing in to bite
Scratch marks inside the door
A cold breeze passes you by
Lost keys found on the floor
A mirror cracks a cat cries

A twisted spine, a broken neck
We are so angry
Forgotten but not forgiven
We are so angry

We asked you to get out
We even tripped your dreams
We muttered in your ear
Now it’s time to scream
We smell your blood like roses
We taste your fear and sweat
Fingernails break their poses
Now we make good our threat

Dragged down to the basement kicking and screaming
and never seen again…

Handgun

Run for cover
Run, run, run
It’s another
Teen with gun
Poor and angry
Young and dumb
Full of vigor
Full of come
Feel his hatred
Like a drum
Locked and loaded
It’s all fun
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it

Hand Gun
Wild born and full of pride
Hand Gun
Raised on hate and other lies
Hand Gun
Fights to quell the rage inside
Hand Gun
Anger swells and everybody dies

A ghost of hate
Is in his veins
A heavy weight
Held down by chains
He can’t escape
What you sedate
The anger pains
That burn his brain
He can’t relate
The barrel trains
It’s too late
All that remains
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it
He’s gonna pull it!

Now he knows what he wants
And he knows how to get it
A nervous finger on the trigger
The metal makes him feel bigger
Now You know he’s gonna pull it
Now You know he’s gonna pull it!

21CCD

Everyone has an addiction
Everyone I know needs some kind of fixin
Over the counter or injected in the food
Machines will dispense it or a doctor will include
Pills come down like rain
For any kind of ill or any kind of pain
No matter what moral institution
Everyone I know has the same solution
Ahhh, what’s your pick
Ahhh, what’s your fix
Oooh, your minds so thick
Ooooh, the drugs will stick

21st Century Chemical Dependency!

You eat it, you breath it you drink it you stick it
You breed it, you bleed it, but you’ll never ever lick it
The drugs on war is just to kill the poor
While the pigs get rich but their skin still itches
They use the laws to clean their paws
But They’re dirty like the scabs that are bleeding from the stitches
Pills come down like rain
For any kind of ill or any kind of pain
No matter what moral institution
Everyone I know has the same solution
Ahhh, what’s your pick
Ahhh, what’s your fix
Oooh, your minds so thick
Ooooh, the drugs will stick

Side effects may include your life

The ghost of what you were before this
Haunts you in your sleep each night
The ghost of what you were before this
Calls your name but fades each time

She’s So Haunted

She hears noises in the house when there’s nobody home
She hears voices in the other room when she’s all alone
There always seems to be static when she talks on the phone
When she walks into a room you feel the cold to the bone

There’s no explanations
As hard as you may try
With all the investigations
All that you would find

She’s so haunted
You will realize
She’s so haunted
You can see it in her eyes

She wears black all year long no matter what time or day
She is pale as a ghost the sun won’t take it away
She always seems to have shadows even when there’s no shade
When she walks into a room people start feeling afraid

Scratches on the window and marks upon the door
Ashes from the candles and the circle on the floor
Something very old is found and wasn’t there before
Something in the darkness lost to wander evermore

Paranormal Paranoia

The darkness comes and the light divides
Your rights have gone to the other side
You try to make your way but you can’t decide
You try to fake your way but you just can’t hide

Mistakes you made with the takes you trade
You staked the fade but you flaked the raid
Now you bade the days that you played the blade
And you’ve paid up into the dead end knowing all your plans are flayed

Listening to the beating that is coming from your chest
Hoping that somehow your screaming mind will come to rest
Sleep does not come easy when your senses are possessed
You know you’ve gone the wrong way and the darkness is your test
You try to make your way out of this
You try to take your way out of this
You’ve got to make your way out of this
You’ve got to break your way out of this!

Paranormal paranoia!

The night has come and the sun is dead
The moon is howling inside your head
You got to shake the feeling but you just can’t shed
You got to break the reeling of impending dread

You broke the note when you groped the rope
You spoke provoked but you invoked the choke
Now you have woke the cloak that now floats your throat
And now you’re running into a dead end and you’ve losing all hope

Looking back over your shoulder you thought someone was standing there
Looking into the empty space there is movement in the air
Blowing through your fingers now it’s blowing through your hair
A sensation like touching at least that’s what you would swear
You try to make your way out of this
You try to take your way out of this
You’ve got to make your way out of this
You’ve got to break your way out of this!

Bloody Bones

Bloody Bones is gonna getcha!

Mother said to be home before dark
I was having too much fun in the park
Suddenly the streetlights made sparks
A cold wind started blowing and the chill made its mark
With a shiver I turned to head back
Far up the street a shadow turned black
My heart started racing my mind was in a stack
My feet were growing heavy my muscles turned slack
The shadow grew closer, I swear it looked red
It was a block away from home and I heard singing in my head
I looked a round for assistance, but the neighborhood was dead
And the singing grew louder and this is what it said:

Bloody Bones is gonna getcha!

I’m halfway to my house but I’m moving ever slow
The shadow that I flee has turned out to be blood and bones
I hear the wet sounds he makes when his feet hits the stones
Tears are trailing down my face wishing I never left home
Now the sun is completely gone and the moon is shining bright
I’m slowly heading up the stairs and bloody bones is clearly in sight
I’m shaking from the fear and straining to move with all of my might
Thinking of my Mothers words to be home before twilight
A few feet from the door now and I’m slowed by growing dread
Bloody bones is moving faster and I’m barely just ahead
My hand is on the handle but now his hand is on my threads
His singing’s growing ever louder and this is what he says:

Bloody Bones is gonna getcha!

The closer he gets the slower you move
The closer he gets the slower you move
The closer he gets the slower you move
The closer he gets the slower you move

(A coooold wet hand touches my back with a sting
I scream in terror at what the bloody bones may bring
I pull on the door knob and suddenly it flings
And there stands my Mother, surprised by my frightened cling
Bloody bones has disappeared and I safely go to bed
But the singing still rings in my ears and the words that the creature said:

Bloody Bones is gonna getcha!

Now I Drown

In the darkness
In the window
There’s a face I
Realize now
Shadowed logic
In the distance
I remember
How the sun set
On her visage
When I lost grip
On our friendship
Now the fear grips
I am seeing
There before me
That which can’t be
That which can’t be

I’m so sorry I let you down
I am so sorry I let you down
And now I drown

I’m so still and,
I’m so shaking
I’m so cold and
Stare not breaking
Eyes like razors
Cutting through me
I would scream if,
I could move
Back when she was
Still above ground
I had promised
Not to be late
Promise broken
She had ventured
Out alone and
Never to make it never to make it

We Prefer The Shadows

We walk among you, watching, waiting
We talk along with you, listening, laughing
And when we touch you, you feel cold
This is how much you could ever know
We keep on feeding, we never, grow old

We prefer the shadows

Moving through the darkness, calling, falling
Smells of earth and sweet decay, foot steps, echoes
We sleep with marble, granite and wood
We touch your window as we should
There is no going back, if we could

We prefer the shadows

Black birds calling your name
Twisted winds winding through the game
Night falls hard across the plain
Heart beats pulsing like the rain

Leaves and soil and fingers and hearts
Herbs and skin and bottles and parts
Tattered these words on a paper so thin
Nobody knows where death begins

When The World Leaves You Behind

When the world leaves you behind
It will feel like you have run out of time
When the world leaves you behind
It will feel like you are losing your mind

Everything feels changed
Why do I feel so deranged?
Everything feels strange
Everything feels rearranged
Oh no, where did the world go?

Everything feels gray
Everything feels gone away
Feeling so dismayed
Feeling like my life’s decayed
Oh no, where did my world go?

Check me
Can you feel my breath?
Check me
Is my heart still beating?
Check me
Could it be my death?
Check me
Or could I still be
Dreaming?