histles] [Flow Techniques: Multi-layered internal rhymes, sudden flow switches, extended rhyme patterns, quick-shifting rhythms] [Intro] Yeah... This is for all you fuckers who think I'm crazy The ones who keep saying I need medication The ones who don't hear what I hear every night... *laughs* You wouldn't last a day in my head [Verse 1] I sit alone in my room with a notepad and pen While this voice inside my head keeps saying "Let's begin" Tellin' me shit that would make Jeffrey Dahmer grin Got my blinds pulled down tight so no one can look in I don't sleep much anymore, not since it started talkin' Sayin' shit like "grab that knife, let's go out walkin'" Been to six different doctors, they all say the same "Take these pills, count to ten, try to stay sane" But the voice just laughs at their medical degrees Says the only prescription I need is released rage My girl left last week when she heard me respond To a question nobody asked while I was mowing the lawn Now I'm sitting here alone with a fifth of Jack And the voice is getting louder every time I talk back It's like having Hannibal Lecter trapped in your skull And he's critiquing every move, making you feel small "You're weak," it says, "you don't have the balls To do half the shit that would make these walls crawl With the blood of those fake friends who talk behind your back" ...Sometimes I wonder if it's right about that [Chorus] The voice won't stop, it just gets louder Every pill I take just gives it more power It knows my thoughts before I think 'em Shows me visions that make me start drinking The voice won't stop, it just gets clearer Every day it pulls me a little bit nearer To doing something I might regret But fuck it, maybe that's all I got left [Verse 2] Standin' in line at the pharmacy counter The voice starts whisper-screaming even louder "Look at that pharmacist, judgin' your prescriptions Let's hop the counter, show her our afflictions" I grip the counter tight until my knuckles go white Fighting urges most people never have to fight The voice says, "Remember that kid back in sixth grade? The one who made fun of your clothes and your haircut every day? I saw him at the bar last night, looking all successful Wouldn't it be nice to make his perfect life stressful?" And I know I should ignore it, but it makes these pictures Of scenarios so vivid they start to feel like fixtures Of memories I have but never actually happened Like the voice is editing my past, rewriting captions My therapist says it's just intrusive thoughts But she doesn't hear how real this motherfucker talks It knows things about me I've never told anyone Like that time in third grade when I... nah, let's move on The voice says I've got a gift that others waste A darkness inside that gives my life some taste So I sit in my car, engine running in my garage Debating if tonight's the night I finally sabotage Everything I've built, everything I've tried to be Just to finally set this fucking demon in me free [Verse 3] Last night I woke up with the voice louder than ever Sayin', "Let's take a drive, make this night last forever" So I grabbed my keys at 3 AM, didn't tell a soul Drove past my ex's house, the voice taking control Slow-rolled by her window, saw her sleeping with him The voice said, "One brick through that glass would begin A beautiful chaos that you've been craving for years" Instead I just sat there fighting back the tears This fucking voice has been with me since I was nine First time I heard it was when dad crossed the line Beat mom so bad she couldn't open her right eye The voice whispered, "Grab his gun, make the bastard die" I didn't do it then, but sometimes I still wonder If the voice was right, if I made a fucking blunder Now I'm thirty-two and the voice is gaining strength Telling me that fame and money go to whatever length To keep people like me sedated, medicated, feeling faded While the real monsters wear suits, get celebrated Maybe I'm not crazy, maybe I'm just awake Seeing through the bullshit, aware of what's at stake But then again, maybe that's just what it wants me to think As I sit here on the edge, closer than you'd believe to the brink [Outro] So the next time you see someone talking to themselves Just remember, you don't know what voice is on that mental shelf Could be your neighbor, your doctor, that quiet guy at work We're all just one bad day from letting our demons lurk The voice tells me one day I'll finally give in And when I do... that's when the real show begins... (laughs maniacally) hahaha-ha ahahahahahha haaa
