A soul that lies beneath this flesh n blood And far beyond this cry of mobby world.
Sometimes just a mumble, sometimes just a cry…
Sometimes just a brief murmur of relief and sigh.
Sometimes like fire running wild through ones blood,
Sometimes just a tumble around the memory’s flood.
Voices… those voices.
Growing loud with the more silence we create,
Fading out with the dying of our dreams ornate…
Shattering out when the water fills the eyes,
desperate and baffling with our wishes’ demise.
Silent and cuddled up they stay… when we are tired and fast asleep,
But jump back to life… when we stray down into the nightmare's keep.
Voices… these voices.
Always a faithful company to a lonely soul,
Forever a witness to our emotions untold…
Sometimes just so silent, feels like disappeared altogether
Sometimes a shadow of you, a part you like on one other.
Voices… those voices.
Wild and mad, keeps blowing you apart…
Caring and loving for a wounded heart.
So unreal and calm like the winter mist…
Sometimes you doubt if they really exist.
Voices…. those voices.
Voices… those voices. Even I have them…
I have voices in my head... they come to me, they understand, they talk to me.
Voices…
