Noises down in the basement Voices up in the attic Figures prowling the garden Shadows lurking the parlor Awake long after midnight Objects move in the darkness Haunted by nightly wailings Harassed by something unclean Do you have a problem With the warm-blooded Infected by the non-dead? It's an infestation Of troublesome mortals Warm and perishable! When you're no longer flesh-and-bone The living still won't leave you alone Just because your body's grown cold Doesn't mean they can't possess your home You had hoped for eternal peace But the living still plague the deceased House guests are falling asleep Breathers: hostile and nasty Creatures know something dreadful Bleeders selfish and vile Can you feel the presence Swirling in the mire Waiting to expire? Can you feel the bound souls Swirling in the ether Growing like a fever? When you're no longer flesh-and-bone The living still won't leave you alone Just because your body's grown cold Doesn't mean they can't possess your home You had hoped for eternal peace But the living still plague the deceased When you're no longer flesh-and-bone The living still won't leave you alone Just because your body's grown cold Doesn't mean they can't possess your home You had hoped for eternal peace But the living still plague the deceased