just get out my head I feel I'm turning red just trying to get out of bead till I saw my dead body in the covers ghost I was cold anyway I saw the dead digging up their graves anyway I be damned if I let Satan get me again I saw my future me with a bed an (hook) (I just try to get the voices out my head no way I'm gonna hear the voices of the dead again they'll never hear from me again) as I rise out the ashes I can look up ahead and see the asture