VOICES

A thousand voices.
All belong to me, but only one may be true.
They're built of choices.
Choices I've made and choices I didn't, too.
My brain feeds memories to my lungs, to keep me breathing.
Memories to keep me from leaving.

Devil on my shoulder, angel under my boot.
.42 in my right hand, doesn't take much thought to shoot.
Ammunition is limited and a shot in the dark could mean the end.
I'm only looking to leave my mark, I won't pretend.
Watch on as I descend, head first.

Hearing voices.
They belong to me, which one lies I haven't a clue.
They're built of choices.
Choices I've made and choices I didn't, too.
My brain feeds memories to my heart, keep 'er beating.
Memories to keep me from leaving.

Devil on my shoulder, angel looking on from up high.
No better place for the ****er, hiding in the sky.
How much of my own thoughts can I trust?
One ear pulls in doubt as the other hears only lust.
Watch on, if you must, as I rust, head first.
Head first.