A Thousand screams flood my head
Pounding in my brain.
At night they speak to me, I hear the dead
They damn me with their pain.
Turn up the heat I am freezing
I 'm freaking out of control,
How many times do I have to listen
To the dead ones in my soul.
I feel their presence as I run
I race among their ruins.
I feel their lives slip away,
Oh tortured and despair.
Look in my eyes
Tell me what you see,
Is this the sweet death that you dreamed of?
The putrid smell of decay and disease
Are at your disposal, rise up and take a sip
Anisette 'Bonnette