Voices

On the ceiling there's a feeling and it's spreading like ink that is slowly spilling down from the well And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above with a pit inside you deeper than hell And it's a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself All is fine in the shrine of mystery and doubt And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they're in vain but it's no fucking help All alone with the voices in your head Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed All alone with the voices in your head In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead On the floor by the door there's a sliver of light And a pair of cloven feet standing there And there's a knock as the clock strikes 3: 33, as you awaken to a living nightmare And it's a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl You destroy and rejoice and you fuck up the world and I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you're finally gone All alone with the voices in your head Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed All alone with the voices in your head In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead I escaped to a place called Babylon Through the gates with the seven headed one I escaped to a place called Babylon Never to return I'm here to burn eternally Home sweet home All alone with the voices in your head Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed All alone with the voices in your head In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead All alone with the voices in your head Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed All alone with the voices in your head In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead