What do you do when the voices in your head,
Are telling you to take her to bed?
What do you do when the voices in your mind,
Are telling you your falling behind?
My voices are scary,
And make me very weary.
My voices are sly,
And make me very shy.
What do you do when the voices in your head,
Make your feet turn to lead?
What do you do when the voices in your mind,
Make your teeth start to grind?
The voices aren't merry,
And make me weary.
The voices aren't dry,
And they make me shy.
And these voices they ring,
Their leaden pipes sing,
And these voices they speak,
Their dry songs reek.
And these voices they say,
That this is the day.
But these voices all speak the same tune,
A tune sang of mourning, and joy, and loss,
A song old as time,
A song sang for the loon.
