Voices in my head,
Are as good as dead,
You can't hear it plead,
Nor witness it bleed.
Cry, a dying soul.
A ring, can I call?
I embraced the fall,
'Til it took it's toll.
Voices in my head,
Are as good as dead,
You can't hear it plead,
Nor witness it bleed.
Cry, a dying soul.
A ring, can I call?
I embraced the fall,
'Til it took it's toll.
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