Voices In My Head
flirting faces, evil traces, midnight places... storms outside your window storms in the night why is everyone today looking for a fight there is voices inside my head the walking dead evil has a name & it runs throughout we blame, bitch & pout to know what life is all about we each have a gift down deep inside many try to run away & hide but I'm caught between a bind so stand in line I was created by the masters design we are here today then gone tommorow a face full of sorrow we must labor for the near road we should tred outside is the walking dead yet we came to far not to turn back now can't turn around when your hands on the plough out of mere sadness there is watchful gladness making the best of what you have some may complain it's all up for grabs voices in my head telling me when to go to bed the times they are changing one darkened voice tells me to end it all another heavenly voice says to give up it all i'm being caught in a fix with a mystery in the mix
twisted lies of Satan trying to go home and fry up the bacon I'll listen to the voice of reason even if it's in the changing of the seasons the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker voices, voices go away come back no way but I'm afraid there here to stay I'm listen to the soft still voice with the peace that passes all understanding that is a sure fire way to what I have been waiting for lest I implore another open door