Screams
In my dreams
They're the edge and the destroyer of sanity
Twisting round the knife in me
Breaking out
Crippling doubt
Creeping in to slit my through so I bleed out
Dripping circles round and round
I feel like I'm crazed
Dull my eyes so I see
Giving up all my days
And I keep hearing these voices
Giving me all of these choices
And it's hard to breathe
Make believe
That you can set me free
From all of my voices
Thing about all of the noise is
It makes it hard to grieve
When you leave
Have I gone crazy
From all of these voices
Leaves, violent breeze
Falling silent, crashing down in serenity
Shattered mirrors and casualties
Breaking down
Blacking out
Diving in so I can prove I can live without
Slowly drowning to the sound
And I feel like I'm crazed
Dull my eyes so I see
Given up all my days
And I keep hearing these voices
Giving me all of these choices
And it's hard to breathe
Make believe
That you can set me free
From all of my voices
Thing about all of the noise is
It makes it hard to grieve
When you leave
Have I gone crazy
From all of these voices
Fought with the voice but the voices won
Fight with a God til the reaper comes
Devils on my shoulder but the angels gone
And he writes from minneapolis
Fought with the voice but the voices won
Fight with a God til the reaper comes
Devils on my shoulder but the angels gone
And I haven't heard from him in a while
And I keep hearing these voices
Giving me all of these choices
And it's hard to breathe
Make believe
That you can set me free
From all of my voices
Thing about all of the noise is
It makes it hard to grieve
When you leave
Have I gone crazy
From all of these voices
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