Your whispers are turning heads

You can't seem to control your voice,
if you did you couldn't keep it quiet for one second,
just the satisfaction of killing someone slowly sends you spinning,
your hate is almost deafening.

Everyone can see through you,
even though you call someone else on your lies,
you've lied too,
don't think you're perfect, lover.

Up from the ashes,
the rise of new life,
the ones you've killed on the inside,
will take rise and end you soon.