Teksty:
Opeth Ghost Reveries

Found a way to rid myself clean of pain And the fever that's been haunting me Has gone away Looking through my window I seem to recognize All the people

Pushing nerves on a puppet Endless poison in my veins Clean intent now tainted with death And so, cold touch now inhumane Every waking hour Awaiting a reverie

Haunted nights for haleyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly