Empty Hall

In my perfect world,
this world I live in.

Is it a perfect world?
Or is it perfect sin?

I fight my will to death,
even though I know you left...

Voices travel my halls at night,
I call them but they don't come...
The voices stay out of sight,
only made to be heard by some...

A world of perfect harmony,
a world that works around me.

The spirits force out their call,
they force me to write it all.

Songs to serenade the living,
written by the dead...
Almost feel like crying...
While the spirits trash my head...

With nothing else to live for,
I'll channel what is dead...

I'll leave room in my head,
for a message you shoulda said...

Final I love you,
Final goodbye,
We'll meet once again,
only once I die...

What perfect world?
Communicates with the passed?

I wish for one,
but get them all...
So I won't wander alone,
in this empty hall...