I can see the dead   All the time I feel their chilling presence   Constantly afraid   Why was I born cursed with this penance?   All the time   Day and night In my head   Haunting me I can see The living dead   I can't turn my face away   The spirits forcing me to stay   I can see their eyes   Desperately their pale hands reaching for me   Drugs can't set it right   There is not a thing the doctors can do for me   All the time   Day and night   In my head   Haunting me I can see   The living dead   I can't turn my face away   The spirits forcing me to stay   People that I meet   It's hard to tell weather they are for real   Secrets that I keep I cannot tell a soul of what I've seen   All the time   Day and night   In my head   Haunting me I can see   The living dead   I can't turn my face away   The spirits forcing me to stay   If they do not stop to mess with my mind   I will cross the line to the other side