voices
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
My life is pointless
That's what these voices
Tell me they've soiled living
I am joyless
They've used me like a toy since
I was a little boy it
Is something I can't avoid with
Any amount of resistance I've ever employed it
Always seems to get foiled shit
My mind I must destroy it
Get so high I'm always anointed
With THC permanently jointed
My world's dark it's covered in Hoisin
Sauce to light it up I should boil this
Organ in my head pour some oil in
Flick my my bic burn out the noises
These demons are getting boisterous
Need professional help like Sigmund Freud bitch
Got that Irish sadness like my name was McCoy bitch
The people in my head are the opposite of coy with
How they go about spoiling
My mood no matter how hard I toil it
Is never enough more just join in
My belittlement they're deploying
Troops out by the flip of a coin shit
Insults in and out of my head just like coitus
Mind's a battlefield Greece versus Toy with
Thoughts just like Achilles and I am Troilus
Syrup spin my brain round like a toilet
But it doesn't seem to fix the void in
My soul it don't stop the poignant
Reminder that I don't make any of my own choices
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
My life is pointless
That's what these voices
Tell me they've soiled living
I am joyless
They've used me like a toy since
I was a little boy it
Is something I can't avoid with
Any amount of resistance I've ever employed it
Always seems to get foiled shit
My mind I must destroy it
Get so high I'm always anointed
With THC permanently jointed
My world's dark it's covered in Hoisin
Sauce to light it up I should boil this
Organ in my head pour some oil in
Flick my my bic burn out the noises
These demons are getting boisterous
Need professional help like Sigmund Freud bitch
Got that Irish sadness like my name was McCoy bitch
The people in my head are the opposite of coy with
How they go about spoiling
My mood no matter how hard I toil it
Is never enough more just join in
My belittlement they're deploying
Troops out by the flip of a coin shit
Insults in and out of my head just like coitus
Mind's a battlefield Greece versus Toy with
Thoughts just like Achilles and I am Troilus
Syrup spin my brain round like a toilet
But it doesn't seem to fix the void in
My soul it don't stop the poignant
Reminder that I don't make any of my own choices
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by the minute so I'm drinking
A cup of mud to be stringing
The thoughts up but they keep on stinging
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Writer(s): Connor Rivard
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