(Can death be out-witted? Is the secret to eternal life just around that corner?)She’s into the paranormalBlack cats, and the occultHer parents put her in an institutionto control her mindThey never listened, they never caredWhen they did, they got scaredI hope I will talk to her again,from the beyondEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realDown by her old houseShe knows I’ve come for herShe’ll dream of nothingbut cold handswe made the words of loveEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realEvery night, I lie and wait, to be taken awaywhere your ghost is realGhost is realghost is real