when i was a little boy
i heard voices voices in my head
they gave me orders things to do
things i was forbidden to say

but when you went to the other side
the screams and the mads came back

here i am lonely
stuck in this chair
tide by the people
that the voices came to harm

the fire i created
has turned against me now
destruction is no longer
as my eyes are closed

i went into therapy
the voices disapeared
went away i was free

i could live a normal life
the crazyness was gone
gone for a while

here i am lonely
stuck in this chair
tide by the people
that the voices came to harm

the fire i created
has turned against me now
destruction is no longer
as my eyes are closed

but when you went to the other side
the screams and the mads came back

here i am lonely...

the fire i created...

here i am lonely...

the fire i created...