noises down in the basement voices up in the attic figures prowl in the garden shadows lurk in the parlor awake long after midnight objects move in the darkness haunted by night wailing harassed by something unclean do you have a problem with the warm blooded infected by the non dead its an infestation of troublesome mortals warm and perishable when youre no longer flesh and bone the living still wont leave you alone just because your bodys grown cold doesnt mean they can possess your home you had hoped for eternal peace but the living still plague the deceased  houseguests awful and ghastly breathers hostile and nasty creatures loathsome and dreadful bleeders selfish and vile can you feel the presence stirring in the mire waiting to expire can you hear the bound souls swirling in the ether growing like a fever when youre no longer flesh and bone the living still wont leave you alone just because your bodys grown cold doesnt mean they can possess your home you had hoped for eternal peace but the living still plague the deceased when youre no longer flesh and bone the living still wont leave you alone just because your bodys grown cold doesnt mean they can possess your home you had hoped for eternal peace but the living still plague the deceased