Andy Alexandre Marcel - Dead in a Year lyrics

They're knocking at my door Ringing bells Calling me out, telling me answer But I don't think they'd like what they see I'm no longer the person they're asking for It's someone else, the previous owner of this place He no longer exists, time claimed him I am dealing with his monsters But if I have nothing to do with him Why do their words hurt me Why do their bells haunt me Why do their voices keep me awake I wish I was still him, I wish I could answer that door And soothe them, but they would hate to see me And yet, he's all they want to see We look alike, I give them that However, I don't think they fathom that he's now a phantom And that I sound different, I'm older My shadow is darker, my footprints are bigger But no one that I know is knocking at my door There's no friend, no enemy, no foe It's the ghost's I don't even know if I should expect her A specter has known more love than me He died in a year but forever, I'll deal with his remains There was no body, but there's every body He's trapped time in a continuum, but I lapse with his people Can we co-exist or is it futile They break open the door and the house turns dark They bring to light frames with faces By their actions, the house ignites They are thieves in the night Notes he'd written, texts he'd made They are flying in the air, landing down as ashes They no longer mean nothing, they're the ghosts of a ghost And people say there's life after d**h These monsters won't hear me out, they're deaf and I can't help but feel I'm in their debt And suddenly I get it, they think it's an outrage That the memories of them he's left still live on They detest him, they'd test him, and he's failed Now they want him erased off the earth I should be helping them, they want and need closure They want the ghost and them to die together, and it's kind of beautiful I could bring an end to this narrative I could get rid of his remains if I let them be Until I no longer feel like a derivative I just have to stand still and watch him die for good But I find myself shouting, defending's someone's life Protecting what he's left behind A legacy. He needs a legacy, like I see His monsters haunt me, but that's all he's left. I do not know who's right in this matter, but that's all he's left. I am not scared for myself, I am scared for my soul Could I also hurt so many people and result in a d**h toll They really do think that the ghost k**ed them off his life They've come back from the dead to claim the little he had left I see him appear on the staircase, and he locks eyes with me I want to tell him he should have gone gentle with them But I know he died abruptly, he didn't know So I nod, and tell him, "You've left me with hearts to feed, minds to heal, and monsters to k**."