Ghosts, ghosts…

Will we fall from grace,
If we dare to question,
Their vision of celestial heaven?
Clinging to a veil, the last shroud between
Reality and all that remains unseen
I possess a haunted mind
Twisting and twisted by, new direction
Lost within, and lost without introspection

In whispers lie the ghost’s reflection

We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, dying

If i relinquish control,
Will i be led by a restless spirit,
Into the final bleak unknown?
A penetrating presence, that haunts my sleep
Warns of the secrets that i keep
What i bury to escape
Will wait to rise and become free
And once i turn away… follow me

In whispers lie the ghost’s reflection

We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, in whispers lie the ghost’s reflection

I asked of the beyond, where my destiny lies
Looked into crystal waters, and listened to silent tides
Searched for the profound, but the only answer that i found…

We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, dying
We’re dying now, in whispers lie the ghost’s reflection
…reflection