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