Voices Are Sick

They, all seated in the crowd, they judged me.
Having no idea of what it meant to stay there, to stay at the top of what you do, well, because competition is what I've lived for, I've thrived for competition, they despised me, because I could do things they could only fantasise about.
I've loved to remain there, within people, at the same spot, but, when the oppurtunity steps up, I step up, I unlock myself, I sense, I hear, I see the proximity, I launch myself, when the adrenaline strikes from my head, to my veins as if, I strike.
Preachers I say are sinners, the doctors go guilty, buses I fire, politicians seem liars, in my own vision.
I see darkness falling, faith calling, justice falling, I hear those voices, to me, they guide the torch with, they teach me.
Things will go defenseless, if you take the guard.
They are there, the voices, all you need to do, is listen to them. For they guide you, they join you, they can screw you.
I say voices are crazy, I say voices are sick.