Voices of the Dark

these voices driving this knife into my arm.
they tell me to stay still.
the voices have robbed me of so much.

people think i've gone crazy.
well, maybe i have.
they yell at me.

and all i can do is cry.
they told me to drive that knife into my arm.
these voices from the dark.

i count down till i fall asleep.
even i my fucking dreams i'm slicing myself.
the voices go on and on.

we use to get along.
now all we do is argue.
voices of the dark.

fighting every night and day.
these voices in my head sound more and more mean.
and driving my further and further off the edge.