Testo: The Accüsed. Voices.

Voices, do you, do you
Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
From the dark recesses of your mind?

Voices, do you, do you
Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
Gnawing pain, driving you slowly mad?

They're always different
They never sound the same
The dark side is beckoning me back again

The phone won't stop ringing
Causing me endless agony
These voices in my head are always taunting me

I'm in my room
They've got me locked away
Nothing outside could fill all these days

I'm Jimi Hendrix
I'm Elvis the King
I know the federal government is watching me

Voices, do you
Do you ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
From the dark recesses of your mind?

Voices, do you, do you

Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
Gnawing pain, driving you slowly mad?

My life has been taken over
By a part of my mind
Sanity has never been so far away

Reality and nightmare
Melt into one
This constant ringing/screaming in my head won't leave me alone

Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head