Late at night when the voices come back,
that's when I need you the most.
When they make me crack,
when they make me feel lost.
Night by night they drag me deeper,
knowing that I have no keeper.
I'm losing their wicked game,
and nobody's to blame.
Living in hell dreaming about heaven,
stuck in the darkness from seven to seven.
I'm falling apart, can't feel my heart,
is this some kind of sick art?
Losing my final breath,
sick of this living death.
The smothering dark voice,
is stuck in my head making noise.
They are corrupting my dark mind,
how can you be so blind?
Can't you see the bruises,
do you actually believe my excuses?
