Ghostly hell
The mist of black
the smoke of fire
colors the night
full of desire,
You aren't on earth
you ain't in heaven
not in hell
nor on planets,
You are in Ghostly Hell
and that I can spell
no more souls
no more Earth
no more trash
and no more God,
You are trapped
and forever you are stuck
You cannot move
you cannot breath
you cannot organize
what you can not see,
Say good night
and shut out the lights
No Savior
No God
No Life
No Hope
Demanor
Go back to Whisper from the dead
