Proven Dead

The dead are proven dead So if waking in the night You find them standing at your bed Explain its passe so trite For them to presume to appear that way And completely irrational to ask you To believe they have something to say Tell them its redundant for them to Arise like questions from the past When in this day and age We know analysis has cast Olympian Gods into a cage Of complexes from which appear Any hero's unnatural rebirth Projections of our childhood fear They only SEEM to walk the earth Haunting through the dreams we share While dreams of dead men cease Tell them phantoms are simply unaware That Chronos swallowed Greece They cannot stand and cannot speak Their mouths are filled with grave And flesh is strong -- spirit weak Reason alone can save Let faith in Science calm your fears And come to your relief Cover up your eyes and ears And cling to your belief