Voices

so you think you want me to be your friend
well I don't like the soon to be dead
I don't care for what you say
because you'll come crawling to me someday

so you think you want me to be your slave
well I don't think so I'm not that way
you cant make me do what I wont
don't you try you're shit out of hope

the voices in your head tell you what to do
get off it now it's not you
the voices in your head tell you what to do
voices

well you know damn well that I don't like you
prove to me your trust and your truth
psychotic sounds pour out of your mouth
use me once and I'll tear you apart

I can guess what you want me to do
but I wont take that shit from you
smarter than you know where you want me to go
you never give up you're shit out of hope