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