He tries so hard
But he just can’t hide
From the thousand evils that haunt him
Everyone seems to know how… but he can’t figure it out
He never meant to do it…never meant to create the monster they see…
Thought he could contain it…keep it in the dark corner of his mind
But now it’s pushing him of the edge
He sits on the last pew...afraid to infect the rest
And as the sermon proceeds…all he feels is resentment
Maybe someone should just tell him he isn’t wanted here…
It’s in the noises …In the silence of their screams
He cries but they don’t see past the silence of his mime
So he smiles like a clown …a prisoner of his own humor
And he wants to let go, but he has nothing else to hold on to
They want him to be himself…well too bad for him
Coz this is all he knows…
He walks alone in a crowded street
He hears nothing but the chains he drags along
He sits by the graves seeking a remedy…an escape from the thousand voices that chatter in his mind
Here he finds solitude…acceptance among the skulls
Maybe this is where he belongs…with the dead and cold
But still his mind won’t rest
If only they never left him to fight alone
Who he is hates what they have made him become
A dead man controlled by a thousand voices
If only they knew...that the blood once shed for them
Also sips into his cold heart
Maybe then the thousand voices would depart
And rid him of the torment.
