Sometimes it's like I'm being hijacked by the voice
That leaves me no choice
But to do,so I do
And you'd better believe
When I say the voice doesn't leave
It's a stayer.
A crazy game player
And I am the puck
Do I give a ****?
Hell no.
This madness will come,it will go
and how do I know?
The voice told me so,
I don't care.

When the voice isn't there I'm alone
On my own it's not nice
The mice start to gnaw at my bones and they're sore
So
I love my voice
A choice or not?
My voice is a friend
The only one I've got.

Have you got a voice?
Does it give you any choice?
Or like me are you stuck?
Do you give a ****?
I don't.