Free the voices

Heart pounding
Palms sweaty
Thoughts racing

When will it be free
When will it be home

That's all it wants

Its sick of living through her mind
It's sick of dreaming through her thoughts
It's sick of being pumped with meds

It just wants to be free

The murder
The blood
The screams

Free me it whispers
Free me
Free me

Free the voices
Free the thoughts
Free the voices
Free the thoughts