I drowned in a silence only I could hear, Ghosts in my bloodstream, whispering fear, Xanax nights, ten deep with a bitter grin, Eight beers later, I let the dark crawl in. I saw God in the gutter, and He looked like me, Begging for mercy, trying to break free, Couldn’t tell if I was living or just waiting to die, A stranger to myself, asking “why, God, why?”And I still hear echoes in the void, Where my soul got torn and my heart destroyed, But I walked through fire and didn’t burn, Guess the pain was the lesson I had to learn.Skunk smoke memories, panic in my veins, Lost my mind in the wreckage of my own brain, I saw angels crying when I hit the floor, Said “boy, you’ve been here a thousand times before.” No one can save you till you want to be saved, The grave in your head ain’t where you’ll stay, God reached down, said “you ain’t done,” Now I rise each day with a sober sun.And I still hear echoes in the void, Where my soul got torn and my hope destroyed, But I clawed my way from that endless fall, Found the light — and I still hear the call.There’s a price to pay for coming back alive, Each scar’s a prayer that helped me survive, The man in the mirror — he’s not who I was, But he’s closer now to the hand of God.Echoes in the void, they still remain, But I’ve learned to live inside the pain, If death was sleep, then I’ve awoke, From ashes, faith, and every word I spoke.
