I can see the dead All the time I feel their chilling presence Constantly afraid Why was I born cursed with this penance? All the time Day and night In my head Haunting me I can see The living dead I can't turn my face away The spirits forcing me to stay I can see their eyes Desperately their pale hands reaching for me Drugs can't set it right There is not a thing the doctors can do for me All the time Day and night In my head Haunting me I can see The living dead I can't turn my face away The spirits forcing me to stay People that I meet It's hard to tell weather they are for real Secrets that I keep I cannot tell a soul of what I've seen All the time Day and night In my head Haunting me I can see The living dead I can't turn my face away The spirits forcing me to stay If they do not stop to mess with my mind I will cross the line to the other side