Now is the time my mind tends to think of danger,
When all my hopes and dreams just happen to be strangers.
And all my words have gone to empty prayers.


Along with the fighting of idle voices inside my head,
these many demons that wish me dead.
That creep inside my dreams beside my bed,
that take my sweet dreams and give me nightmares instead.


Now is the time my mind fears danger,
when minor hurts seem to hurt me major.
That slit my throat with a black rusty razor.

And along came these voices trying to steal my smile,
And ten thousand miles my mind walked along the length of the River Nile,
and told my concerning heart of it's denial.


Oh, but I'll close my ears,
to escape my fears, as I wipe my tears.
Oh, but I will stand, though my courage is not so grand.
And upon my hand I'll hold onto the light, though my palm seems bland.

Oh, these idle voices will fear danger,
I'll make them strangers.
Oh, they'll know my name, feel the pain of my shame.
For my heart seems wild, but it can't be tamed.
And at the end of this battle, I'll be saved.


Cause now is the time my heart will rest,
when I take to bed, though I seem depressed.
I'll hide my pride, dig down that chest.
Cause I don't want these idle voices, to steal my rest.