inout

all inner voices dressed in me

all hope to speak

all inner wounds inside of me

making me weak

are swelling and festering, then healing

and waking up again

my nerves just haven’t got their dose

for many weeks

my voices fight and i’m supposed

to never freak out

and function and progress, keep working

to make it as i planned

fuck my life

did you just call me

is it real?

am i high?

am i surrounded by ghosts

was i created by ghosts

is this a trick on my mind

is there a problem inside

how dare you say this is real

where have you been if it’s real

why am i making you real

i’ve got shit to do anyway

all inner voices dressed in me

are paralysed

all inner wounds i’ve tried to heal

are open wide

my nerves don’t understand the point

of calming down

my voices mute now start to haunt

my brain with no sound

your world just makes no sense to me

well just like mine

now you might stop the heart in me

if you just tried

i’m pushing and trying and trying

to make myself sane

to function and progress, keep working

to make it as i planned

fuck my life

did you just call me

is it real?

am i high?

am i surrounded by ghosts

was i created by ghosts

is this a trick on my mind

is there a problem inside

how dare you say this is real

where have you been if it’s real

why am i making you up

i’ve got shit to do anyway

all inner voices dead in me