-The Craziness Of It All-(Part 3)

"The Craziness Of It All"

"These Strange Little Voices"

What to think, or what to believe, what's real?
I can't sleep at night, I just lie there in bed,
my emotions are running wild, I don't know how to feel;
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

They bug me, and irritate me, and annoy me so bad,
that I want to escape, to be in peace, even if it means to be dead;
But then I think about how my family would be, they'd feel so sad,
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

They keep me up so late, so very late, no wonder I'm tired.
I don't get any work done all day, and I can't concentrate so I try to sleep instead;
Then as it affects my life they will laugh even more untill eventually I am fired.
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

They start to grin as they wipe the last of my dignity off of their foot;
I feel as if I'm in a cartoon, and about to be hit by a gigantic anvil made of lead,
then scraped off the ground, covered from head to toe with dirt and soot.
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

Why can't others hear them? Don't they notice that somethings wrong?
Or do they think that I'm just some messed up imbred,
marching to the beat of the devil's own personal song?
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

Why don't I just follow these little thoughts that are in my mind?
Whether good, or bad, or just plain eveil, anything they've said;
I'd try any option that came to me, whatever idea I could find.
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

Why can't they find someone else to torture, to torment?
They live off my sorrow and grief, they need to be fed;
How badly I want to jump off a bridge, my shoes covered with cement.
I keep hearing these strange little voices, talking inside my head.

What to think, or what to believe, what's real?
I can't sleep at night, I just lie there in bed,
trying to think of what to do, what to say, or what to feel;
I keep hearing these strange little voices, GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

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"Downward Spiral"

My life was great, everything was perfect, nothing was wrong,
I could sleep at night, wake up on time, and not need to sleep in so late;
That was before, before I started dancing to this different song,
It wasn't the one I was used to, filled with love, no, this one sang of hate.

I remember long ago, when the love inside of me swallowed me whole,
but then I started to slip, my feet were coming out from under me;
I didn't know what to do, I was lost, and I was without my soul,
for it had drowned benieth a layer of lies and torment as thick as a dark, motionless sea.

I tried to hang on, I clawed out at life, but it was like a flat hard wall;
I was falling down, losing it; I looked behind me, towards where I had stood,
before my life went backwards; It had built up such great speed, only to stall,
and come to a screeching halt only a foot away from a dark figure with a black hood.

There was nowhere to go, I was lost, going around and around,
I was caught by a downward spiral, the whirlpool of life;
A lucky few could get out, and swim and swim till they hit dry ground,
but most of us get halfway up before we're stabbed in the back by a rusted knife.

I wanted to change the channel, then flip through more till I found my old song,
but as I grabbed the remote I realized the batteries had gotten lost, they had fallen out;
I wanted to get back on the right track, but how? It had been so long;
I was so confused, my mind was spinning inside & out so bad that I desperatly needed to shout.

I tried to jerk my leg away, to finally get myself free,
but something under me was tugging, and jerking, It just wouldn't let go;
I needed to get a look at what was holding me down, to finally see,
what it was that caused me to fall, and kill me piece by piece, nice and slow.

I was stuck in this never ending black hole of despair;
I had lost all of the feelings inside of me, for myself, and for the ones I had loved,
I had forgotten how to love, how to feel, and how to care;
I was getting kicked around by life, nothing left to do but sit back, and get pushed and shoved.

I tried a new approach, something different, something new,
I thought of quicksand, and what came with struggling. Instead, I did a nose dive,
right down the middle, till I got to where the air was colder than the morning dew;
I should have drowned in my own whirlpool of confusion and problems, yet I was still alive...

"To See The Light"

I've heard there's a light, at the end of the tunnel,
glowing with such an intense whiteness to it, drawing you in;
It beckons you, pulls at you, calls out your name,
"come closer," It cries, "this is the way to enternal happiness."

I want to hear it, to see it, to see the light;
Death is something I'm not afraid of, yet I don't want to die,
but the beckoning of that strange shining light won't leave my head;
Maybe I can just come close to death, I've heard stories of that.

There's been people before, who claim to have seen it, I want to be one of them;
I could finally see for myself, if any of those claims are true,
I would get a chance to be warmed by that unearthly glow,
the voices would call to me, "It's your turn now, come in" I'd hear them say.

I want to go, but it's not my time, I need to know, but I can't.
I'm left curious, of whether or not there is a light, or when I'll see it;
Even if I did see it, would I be brave, or would I walk away?
That light is tempting, too tempting, maybe that's why I have to wait, to see the light...

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