Voices

All the voices in my head 

Goes against everything I said 

The more I want to live

The more he wants me dead 

Am I psychotic 

When I here these thoughts I feel

Convincing me that life is too much to deal

Schizophrenic 

What if I said it was the devil

Challenging me at every level 

My perception is absolutely unsettle

Is it my conscience 

Subconscious emotions manifesting itself into the voice I hear in my head

truths I have denied or never had a chance to understand 

Now he sits on my shoulder 

Burdens as heavy as boulders

All the voices in my head 

Goes against everything I said 

The more I want to live

The more he wants me dead 

Here we are your subject 

A product of the environment 

Now having you picking up the pieces of the aftermath 

Laying on the couch as you try to figure out what I'm laughing at

You would laugh too

Reminiscing of all the drama and tragedies 

As they get mad and mock my maladies

You should be grateful

You should be thankful 

turn that frown upside down 

there is a reason you're still around 

Why so hateful 

Than when I call you out 

Make you feel like a clown

Than you're standing looking dumbfound

Suddenly the story shifts and it's all about you 

Maybe that's the reason I do what I do

Because I know you are so full of shit

I can smell you from a mile away and you still haven't even crown yet

In a world were I can't even say you will get yours 

But I'm not even about to go open those doors

Than he laughs as I try to keep swallowing 

As it's more than I can digest 

So I write and spew at you all your test

I'm seeing red, powerless, wishing I was dead 

All I know is it's all in my head

All the voices in my head 

Goes against everything I said 

The more I want to live

The more he wants me dead