Colors and lights in a sea of dark, Reflections from a long lost setting sun, dance on the water as ghosts sing their mournful song. I can hear them calling, hear them cry....hear their moans as more life dies. If you don't go quickly, they'll enter your soul, and take more than you could ever know. You can lose your spirit and your mind, take away all of you that was ever kind. So kill them slowly, or they may never die, hurry quickly say goodbye.
