Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Only The Dead Can Play

ONLY THE DEAD CAN PLAY - Written by Carroll Bryant


You mustn't be afraid
Here, we are all the same
Trapped inside our graves
Where the blood is dry

This is such a peaceful place
Pain is written on our lifeless face
Here is where we stay
Where only the dead can play

No need to leave so soon
Staring up at a yellow moon
Me lying next to you
And the blood is dry

This is such a dreadful place
Fear is written on our expressionless face
Here is where we lay
Where only the dead can play

Only the dead can play
Beating hearts must spend their lives
Trying to run away
But never can they escape
The place where only the dead can play

The spirits know how to haunt you
The angels watch you burn 
Terrified, they will possess you
Live to die and then maybe you will learn
The fog will be your day
The cold air rising will be your thing
Horrified, life will forget that you are alive
Live to die and that's the only way it can go

This is such a lonely place
Love is so soon erased on such a plain face
Here is where you parry the blade
Where only the dead can play

Only the dead can play
Beating hearts must spend their lives
Trying to run away
But never can they escape
The place where only the dead can play

You mustn't be afraid
Only the dead can play
Terrified, you live your little life
Live to die and then ... you die
Horrified that life will forget you're alive
Live to die and that's how it goes
Trapped inside a horror show
Trapped inside your grave
Where only the dead can play





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