Lletres: Aspen It Is. She's Dead. We're All Dead.

Stay away from the white house that twists around the lake. today we were open for anything and i?d say that you wanted me to bleed. i crawled into the woods. slowly creep.. as i sleep i will hang in the dreams that i would never want to see in my waking life. take a ride. say goodbye on a magic sky. there?s a riddle in the rhyme. take a ride high. ?help me please..? keep away from the haunted house on the lake. as we were warned, i forewarn you today. i would wait for something knocking and scratching at the floorboards. take a ride. say goodbye on a snow white sky. find the riddle in the rhyme. take a ride high. ?help me please..? beneath the ball we were dancing. i wait for you to take the mask away because something underneath must be waiting for me to run away in disgrace. ?they?ve buried my remains in a nameless grave..? take a ride to get high.. the voices in your head (whispering ?you?re dead?) are driving you insane.. (voices.. voices..) ?we are the voices in your head.?