There's an energy that follows me to every place I go Not good or evil, it's neutral, it's neither friend or foe Cursed to have this sixth sense, I have a pulse on the unknown Two dimensions intertwine before my eyes, I see ghosts They wander aimlessly, hoping to feel anything Lost souls, empty, lonely and unwelcoming Enslaved to purgatory, banished into reverie They've lost touch with who they were, forgotten memories I'm scared that I'll end up like them I don't wanna be real without any reason I rather would know what I am A human, an animal, angel or demon They show no emotion but that's cuz they can't It's obvious, they've been defeated They used to see light in the sky up above 'em But now, there ain't no way to reach it I can't even rest when I try and sleep Their presence begins to grow stronger Floatin' around me, they whisper in harmony Haunted, can't take it much longer Off my rocker, strange and somber, supernatural author What do I offer other than this power that I harbor? Ghost's exist, that's a fact, in fact, I've really seen 'em They dwell in a separate realm, a kingdom free of freedom Hard not to think that in many ways they resemble humans Drifting nothingness in a maze of contrived illusion