The dead have highways
Highways that lead to intersections
And intersections that spill into our world
And if you find yourself at one of those intersections
You should stop and you should listen
Because the dead have stories to tell
Because the dead have stories to tell
Where the dead mingle
You should stop and you should listen
Where the dead mingle
The dead have highways
Running through the wasteland behind our lives
Bearing an endless traffic of departed souls
They can be heard in the broken places of our world
Through cracks made by acts of cruelty, violence, and depravity
They have sign posts, these highways
And crossroads and intersections
And it is at these intersections where the dead mingle
Where the dead mingle
Bearing an endless traffic of departed souls
At these intersections where the dead mingle
The dead have highways
Running through the wasteland behind our lives
Bearing an endless traffic of departed souls
They can be heard in the broken places of our world
Through cracks made by acts of cruelty, violence, and depravity
Listen
The dead have highways
Highways that lead to intersections
And intersections that spill into our world
And if you find yourself at one of those intersections
You should stop and you should listen
Because the dead have stories to tell