nothing will make these voices stop inside my head
no matter how many times i try to burn them out on my arm
no matter how many times i try to ink them off my skin
these wretched demons clamor and chitter in my ear
and in my veins and in my muscle flesh and bone
while blank eyes stare towards the world weary sky
that is grey with apathy and pregnant with despair
im covered in sweat and cold in my heart
and every drug in the world calls my name
offering a moment of solace and a break from reality
yet i could only ever o'd on my own hate
i want to pull the flesh from my fingers
and paint my story in the brightest reds
that only ever fade to black