Who is it that speaks to you when you're not speaking to yourself
The voice in my head doesn't belong to me
He has a vile tongue and sounds vexed when he speaks through my mouth
Nevertheless he appears to protect me in a way I cannot protect myself
His thoughts are anything but dull, he thinks bolder than I can on my own
He sees the problem before I'm ready to admit it to myself
He knows what I need before I even know what I want
And he lives vicariously through me with grace and elegance
I never was one for the conflict people crave
I choose not to speak when people want my voice
But he knows what to say when people want a fight
And by the higher power I've never lost, not even once
His power is his tongue
He stares to me when I look in the mirror and he speaks words of madness that I barely comprehend
And yet my soul takes his words and uses them with care
I've not died yet, even when I've really tried to meet my maker, I've lived under his guidance
He who stares me back in the reflection of my sins
Do you choose to ignore the things I've done
Are you the reason for my insanity
And if it's any conciliation to the man in my eyes, I thank you for speaking for me when the flashbacks set in and I lose my will to talk
But you must understand how unnerving it is
To feel as though you're not in control of your own actions
You're one angry man for someone living within a soft, scared boy
Though I must admit, you truly are one in a million
Even for a dead man
