The Voices
No one hears them, only you
The voices never speak in the light
They're in the corner, out of sight, and oh
They're only fleeting little whispers
And the creeping little shivers
And they're sleeping till the sun burns out
Then they're going to scream and shout
Hold your breath and count to 10
Remember that it's all in your head
If you let them in, they'll breed and spread and oh
You gotta take them, gotta break them
Gotta shake them, gotta make them heave and stutter
Till they're all burned out
You gotta drive them out
Autor(es): Josh Woodward
