Voices

Where to sleep tonight
don't got too many choices
in the gutter on a train
im going crazy with all these voices

telling me i'm worthless
i feel so rejected
telling me to end my life
i wont be reserected

they tell me they're my only frinds
no one else will be there for me
don't answer that phone it's someone bad
no one else would call me

living it up in this sick domain
losing control of my thoughts
every breath i choke on
is kept secret in thier reports

if anything, they're living my life
they're takin over my actions
and in a way i'm greatful
no longer shocked by others reactions

i hear thier whispers inside my head
i can't escape it
unsure if i even want to
without them i'd be alone again and i just couldn't take it

"just do it, fake it
stab it, scrape it
let it bleed
you can't debate it

we're your life now
we exist in your mind
every thought, every move
every breath is mine"