I'm feeling weary from a busy day-
Doesn't it get tiring when that day is everyday?
But hey, at least my bed makes me okay
Yet the voices in my head are here to stay.
Relentlessly, they say my name;
Not once, not twice, not even thrice,
For once they speak, I feel the flame
As the devil rolls his dice.
The voices in my head, they make me feel grey,
The demons in my soul, they keep the blessings away
The feeling of dread, it flows through my heart
The anticipation of death, it tears me apart.
What can I think when they corrupted my mind?
What can I see when they have made me blind?
The voices in my head, they don't look like they're going to stop
The voices in my head, they lead me high to feel the drop.
But what are these voices without myself?
I can take them out and put them on my shelf.
Yet that won't change a single thing
For the voices in my head got more to bring.