These Are They
In The Halls Of Waverly
In these halls where shadows roam
The darkness is where they live
Hanging suicide, in room 502
Eternal shame, Hillenburg lost
Opening the doors in the year 1910
Sadistic wave of experimental hate
Tuberculosis, filth and disease
Severe mistrust for desperate life
Sixty Three Thousand died
In the halls of Waverly
Restless souls never to leave
These are they who linger
Transport the dead, as quietly as they could
No witnesses, The death tunnel ride
Removed from the hill, bodies pile high
The haunt is here, souls swim the air
Screams echo in abandoned halls
Apparitions showing us their pain
Voices cry out for anyone to hear
Trapped for eternity in sanatorium haunt
Sixty Three Thousand died
In the halls of Waverly
Restless souls never to leave
These are they who linger
From Letras Mania