If I should wake before I die someone out there will not care.
There are men around here who dare,
Dare to stare right at myself.
Like I'm a toy sitting on the shelf.
If I should wake before I die the men will follow,
Even into hell, The old and hollow,
Narrow trees or flames of hell?
What will await me? A life in a well?
If I should wake before I die some will cry.
I shall be rid of these men, but not for long.
My final words will be a song,
A song, showing why these men,
Must watch and torture me, but when?
If I should wake before I die the ghosts of my past,
Will leave me soon, like a cast.
The men they were evil, they attacked me,
They did it just to see,
To see if a human could live,
Live with the horror or have a memory like a sieve?
I am alone,
But have spectators, I cannot moan.
Some of them are young,
Are just plain old.
If I should wake before I die,
Some will laugh, some will cry.
Some will never leave my side to let me die.
The Ghost's of My Past,