Voices

I watch that open flame
 Bright light and beautiful orange
 I watch that open flame
 I watch that open flame
 Dear God it's calling my name
 I watch that open flame
 It was our job to make the money
 And it was he who took all the risks
 And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies
 Some serotonin to kill the dope sick
 But as you may know
 lying face first in the snow
 I dreamt of days so long ago
 Do you remember them?
 Where did they go?
 Ah aaahhh...
 What'd you say?
 Oh no don't reply
 It's just the voices inside
 Oh no I can't decide
 They say you're not here
 I'm not
 To feel no fear
 It's just my sickness
 You're nothing you're no one
 You don't exist
 It's the voices inside
 Which is mine
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 I wasn't born with a silver spoon
 That was then but I got one now
 This ritual will kill me soon
 Hey mom and dad be proud
 Wednesday night they sweep the street
 With my record they play for keeps
 I don't have any words to say
 And we would wonder what took him so long
 Half humming this unsung song
 Did they find his works in his cold
 Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker's Island
 More to say the least and never would it last
 It was the nature of the beast
 It meant present, no future, no past