Dream Dead

Sing along and sleep forever Dream dead those things to do Throw a party with the children Throw a party, invite even you Send a note to the shadow Who lives behind the door Shine a light in his eyes now Ask him what he came here for Come on and chase the insects Butterflies, spiders, and ants They'll run, they won't tell you That I won't take the chance My ghost dead in the wardrobe He pines for what he regrets So learn from the spectre Otherwise you'll never forget Escape imaginary Forget the release You'd stop your own damn heart If it'd kill the leech