Only
I can hear the voices in my head
spoken
from the graves of those already dead
I
became their puppet they my puppeteer
the
voices in my head only I can hear
avenging
their deaths I do their dirty deeds
finding
the guilty the demon in me feeds
relish
the moments they take their final breaths
I
do their dirty deeds avenging their deaths
Blood
on my hands funny seems a normal thing
my
sanity's slipping hanging on a string
voices
give orders body follows commands
funny
seems a normal thing blood on my hands
I
relinquished control slipped into a dream
where
I filtered the sounds to a silent scream
each
life I t00k for them did blacken my soul
slipped
into a dream I relinquished control
Became
a voice when I died symbiotic
believe
a heart attack now that's ironic
had
one fucked up life and a hell of a ride
symbiotic
became a voice when I died
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