Walkdown

Hearing voices inside my head.
Past ones are gathering the dead.
Should I go and make myself a bed?
Get the fuck out of my head, get the fuck out!

Walking down.
Looking around.
How should I fake me?
Walking down.
Hearing the sound.
Thinking, heaven help me.

Rising up to stand up for the death.
All my past ones - they're so well fed.
My memories of white they turn to red.
Am I alive, or am I dead?

Walking down…

Hearing voices inside my head.
Past ones are gathering the dead.
My memories of white they turn to red.
Am I alive, or am I dead?