Voices of the Dead

Music by me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AYelqA3X54

Voices of the dead  
Echo in my head  
They whisper to me  
When I lie in bed  
They whisper in my ear  
They have for many years  
 
I have an albatross around my neck  
Getting tighter and tighter  
Strangling me with dread  
I hear the echo of the dead  
 
Voices of the dead  
Echo in my head  
They whisper to me  
When I lie in bed  
 
Call me paranoid schizo  
But I don't think so  
No I don't fucking think so  
I have the shine, I like to shine  
Some call it a gift  
Some consider a curse of it  
But God gave me a purpose  
To open your eyes  
So that that one day you may see  
 
Voices of the dead  
Echo in my head  
They whisper to me  
When I lie in bed  
It's a curse and a gift  
Its what was meant of it  
So you think I'm insane?  
I'm as sane as can be  
So don't fucking judge me  
 
Matter and energy  
Do not simply cease to exist  
Souls are sometimes trapped  
Or simply choose to exist  
Limbo, purgatory, the astral plane  
No it's not some kind of game  
There is more then meets the eye  
When chills run down your spine  
And hair stands on end  
For no reason at the time  
No good or evil  
Only positive or negative  
residual energy  
Open all three eyes and see  
Open all three eyes and see