Don't Talk To The Dead
Don't concern souls of your worries
Noy your problems, fights and guilts
Or the hearts of your sorries
They are not here or even there
They can't hear your cries
And neither do they really care
They're simply your imagination
You might think they're reality
But they are entirely your creation
They're just voices in your hea
They're the dead souls of life
But you musn't talk to the dead
If you do, hell will take over
They will twist all your words
And destroy your lovely lover
So don't talk to the dead
Don't let your words break free
And ignore the voices in your head
Noy your problems, fights and guilts
Or the hearts of your sorries
They are not here or even there
They can't hear your cries
And neither do they really care
They're simply your imagination
You might think they're reality
But they are entirely your creation
They're just voices in your hea
They're the dead souls of life
But you musn't talk to the dead
If you do, hell will take over
They will twist all your words
And destroy your lovely lover
So don't talk to the dead
Don't let your words break free
And ignore the voices in your head