It begins with an old house, strange noises emanating from empty rooms, items moved by unseen forces, the feeling of disembodied breath on the back of your neck. It ain’t easy when you’re dead and just want to rest in peace in your humble abode, eventually pesky humans always show up uninvited to haunt your home and disturb your afterlife.
Noises down in the basement
Voices up in the attic
Figures prowl in the garden
Shadows lurk in the parlor
Awake long after midnight
Objects move in the darkness
Haunted by night wailing
Harassed by something unclean
Do you have a problem
With the warm blooded
Infected by the non dead
It’s an infestation
Of troublesome mortals
Warm and perishable
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased
House guests awful and ghastly
Breathers hostile and nasty
Creatures loathsome and dreadful
Bleeders selfish and vile
Can you feel the presence
Stirring in the mire
Waiting to expire
Can you feel the bound souls
Swirling in the ether
Growing like a fever
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased
~Lyrics By Curtis Rx
