It is the words we hear
Shortly before we awake
The words in our heads
Driving us deeper
Into what we fear most
It is the words whispered
Into our waiting ears
The meaning lost
In the cold of the grave
These words drift to us
Calling to our very soul
The Dead Man's Lingo
Calling us for more
To show us what we did
And to regret
Those things we did not do
To make things go right
To not give up
And to strive to be better
To help when needed
To burn when not
Seeing is not always believing
Hearing shall show us true
We shall hear those words
Forming the Dead Man's Lingo
Building the fear in our hearts
Telling us what lays ahead
After the final adventure
We shall partake in
The unseen words invade us
The meaning pervades us
The horror surrounds us
All brought on by
The forming of the Dead Man's Lingo.

::March 4, 2003 04:00 PM

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