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There are voices in my head |
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And demons in my soul |
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Sometimes they keep me warm |
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Sometimes they leave me cold |
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There are strangers in my bed |
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To caress my jaded skin |
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And squeeze my body tight |
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And forgive me of my sins |
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And I know I'm not insane |
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If I am, I'm not to blame |
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It's just this damned old hungry pain |
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Like a drug inside my veins |
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And I've sown just what I've reaped |
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And my thoughts are mine to keep |
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And through my chilly bones they creep |
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And they whisper me to sleep |
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When the nighttime goes away |
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And the voices have all gone |
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I fumble with my clothes |
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And put myself back on |
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I walk out on the streets |
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To face another day |
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I know I'll meet my fears |
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Somewhere along the way |
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As I climb the mighty steel |
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And watch the river flow |
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I'll drown beneath the waves |
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Of my own private radio |
