Private Radio

There are voices in my head

And demons in my soul

Sometimes they keep me warm

Sometimes they leave me cold

There are strangers in my bed

To caress my jaded skin

And squeeze my body tight

And forgive me of my sins

And I know I'm not insane

If I am, I'm not to blame

It's just this damned old hungry pain

Like a drug inside my veins

And I've sown just what I've reaped

And my thoughts are mine to keep

And through my chilly bones they creep

And they whisper me to sleep

When the nighttime goes away

And the voices have all gone

I fumble with my clothes

And put myself back on

I walk out on the streets

To face another day

I know I'll meet my fears

Somewhere along the way

As I climb the mighty steel

And watch the river flow

I'll drown beneath the waves

Of my own private radio