I'm tired of listening the voices in my head screaming,
like they're dieing.

They mess with my brain,
And I can't focus on anything again.
I feel so lost in the sadness,
Because I can't see any light in this darkness.

I can't think, I can't speak,
I feel so week.
There is no escape in this dark and frightful landscape.
Everywhere I go,
It follows me from every place I know.

And the voices will never stop,
Until I finally pop.
They will continue to torture me,
Knowing I won't ever get free.
Get free of all the grief,
Feel some kind of relief.