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The voices inside me
Say I’m not crazy
A big empty hole
Playing with my soul

Up in my tree
So far away
Staring from me
Have a nice day
Starving from within
I begin to stray
Fighting with him
He is here to stay

With his prophecies
He will always be
With his prophecies
Another part of me
With his prophecies
Will he be set free

From the murky shore
A glimmer of a light
I don’t know for sure
Why must I be his whore

Begging to be free
The bigger part of me
Will he finally sore
This can just not be

Fighting for his right
Begging for the flight
Don’t know what to say
My the clouds are gray
Fight for what might
Just be my final night
Is he here to stay
Is this my final day