voices roaming around my head,
at this rate i wish i was dead.
voices telling me what to do,
things approved by so few.
voices screamning and running around,
i’m lost in the dark never to be found.
voices coming to me at night,
i sit in the corner and cower with fright.
voices laughing every time i fall,
i’m trying so hard, giving it my all.
voices shooting me down every time,
i reach solid groud and begin my climb.
to my voices this is the end,
this time i will not twist or bend.
with this razor you fall silent,
you didn’t know i could be so violent.
as my body grows weak,
i can barley hear you speak.
soon i’ll be gone and you will disappear,
and my body and mind will be free, free from your tourment and fear.