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