All the voices in my head br Constantly screaming to be let free br You dont want to know what they have said br But trust that a moment of silence ever existed for me br br Sometimes I lose control br And the real demons come out to play br I wonder if its possible to have more than on soul br Cause they are not like me in any way br br Trying to deal with the constant chaos br That Im told only exist in my mind br They repeatedly remind me that I am not their boss br And my control is not designed br br They constantly command me to kill br And follow their dark path br Sometimes they break my will br And Im the one left to deal with the aftermath br br I Think one day Ill let them out br And watch all of the hell the cause br While the rest of humanity cries and shouts br The torment will never slow or pause br br I think Id enjoy the view of their hell br In the back of my head, in a quiet cellbr br Tyrone Wingfieldbr br