Ghosts کے بول

Ghosts, ghosts… Will we fall from grace, If we dare to question, Their vision of celestial heaven? Clinging to a veil, the last shroud between Reality and all that remains unseen I possess a haunted mind Twisting and twisted by, new direction Lost within, and lost without introspection In whispers lie the ghost’s reflection We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying If i relinquish control, Will i be led by a restless spirit, Into the final bleak unknown? A penetrating presence, that haunts my sleep Warns of the secrets that i keep What i bury to escape Will wait to rise and become free And once i turn away… follow me In whispers lie the ghost’s reflection We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, in whispers lie the ghost’s reflection I asked of the beyond, where my destiny lies Looked into crystal waters, and listened to silent tides Searched for the profound, but the only answer that i found… We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, dying We’re dying now, in whispers lie the ghost’s reflection …reflection