Graze the skin with my fin-ger-tips
The brush of dead, cold flesh ap-pease the means
Pro-vo-king i-ma-ges, de-li-cate fea-tures so smooth
A plea-sant fra-grance in the light of the moon
[Chorus]
Dance with the dead in my dre-ams
Lis-ten to their hal-lowed scre-ams
The dead have ta-ken my so-ul
Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-ol
[Verse 2]
Sim-ple smiles e-lude psy-cho-tic eyes
Lose all mind con-trol, ratio-nale de-clines
Emp-ty eyes en-slave the cre-a-tions
Of pla-cid fa-ces and life-less pa-geants
[Bridge]
In the depths of a mind in-sane
Fan-ta-sy and re-a-li-ty are the same
[Lead - King and Hanneman]
[Verse 3]
Graze the skin with my fin-ger-tips
The brush of dead, warm flesh pa-ci-fies the means
In-cised mem-bers or-na-ments on my be-ing
A-du-la-ting the skin be-fore me
[Verse 2]
Sim-ple smiles e-lude psy-cho-tic eyes
Lose all mind con-trol, ratio-nale de-clines
Emp-ty eyes en-slave the cre-a-tions
Of pla-cid fa-ces and life-less pa-geants
[Chorus]
Dance with the dead in my drea-ms [Hello? Hello, Mr. Gein?]
Listen to their hallowed screa-ms [Mr. Gein?]
The dead have ta-ken my so-ul [Let me out of here, Mr. Gein]
Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-ol [Mr. Gein? I don't want to play anymore, Mr. Gein]
Dance with the dead in my drea-ms [Mr. Gein, this isn't fun anymore]
Lis-ten to their ha-llowed screa-ms [I don't wanna play anymore, Mr. Gein]
The dead have ta-ken my so-ul [Mr. Gein? I want out of here, Mr. Gein]
Temp-ta-tion's lost all con-tro-l [Let me out now]
