Conversations with the dead
They're in your head, they're in your head
You're mistaken they whisper in your ear
You sold your soul to a man
The rules were set, the games in play
We can be bought then thrown away
For the good of all or the good of one?
You'd start a war that won't be won
We try to reach for you, but you're no longer here
You don't listen, but you hear
Can't you see the darkness, better get prepared
You're corrupted I whisper in your ear
You sold your soul to a man
And they're ain't no other
Don't trust another
There ain't no other
We try to reach for you, but you're no longer here