There's a sound in the closet
I'm afraid to look
For two nights ago
The bed it shook

I don't know if i can do this again
The voices are back
Lets not pretend

I need to move on....so far away
But the voices they tell me
We'll make you stay

I'm moving my stuff
Away from my bed
The thing in the closet
It looks half dead

It wants so badly
To take my mind
They always tell me....
There never kind

Why does this happen
Only when dark
The voices they leave
With sound of the  clock

Does that mean i'm dreaming
I'd sure like to know
I'll **** these voices
By not sleeping at all

Please let me wake
From this terrible dream
But if it's reality
I surly will scream

The voices have left
From under my bed
There now in the closet
And in my head......

They battle each other
Yet i'm in the middle
I need some relief
From drooling my spittle

My head it aches ...it wont go away
I need to see daylight
To hold the voices at bey