Unleash the demons
Too much blood on his hands
Haunted by the image of her again
She seems forever bound to echo this flawed refrain
Through human frailty
The horror of the memory remains...
Drive the static out
Insescant noises the the dead
These insistent voices
Whispering away...
I have nothing to recant
An image burned forever in the skin beneath the eyelids
These are blood dreams
These are visions
Haunted by the voices
The memory of Rachael seems to die a little more each 
day
Release comes riding on a pale horse
To carry this away...
Drive the static out
Shut out the voices in my head
Framed in violet
And touched by the first light again...
Oh, I am stained by decisions
And hounded by the image
Somewhere past the end of you
I have nothing to repent
Like Christina said: 'You were never pure without me'
In the absolving glow of twilight
['Salvation' etched in blood on the wall]
Seems symptomatic of something
[My disease]
These damnation dreams
[My release]
To live with this always and forever...
Not scared...
We are stained by decisions
And hounded by the image
You know these are ghosts
A Prozac anthem just like '95
Kick back and wait for the dreams to die
And die...
We are stained by decisions
And hounded by the image
You know these are ghosts
You know these are ghosts to me.