The voices I hear bore through the sides of my Skull. Burrow inside, and make themselves at home Their whispers cut like knives I can't drown them out Pull me to the garden where all the wicked rest In perfection, God put me here to hurt. Severed Sing soft until my vision goes completely black There's nothing here for me, I'm not going back Ripping Pulling Tearing Scratching Pulling Ripping Echoes of regret Anger and pain linger in my mind and whisper my name All the scars on my skin are all I'm worth One for selfishness, One for pride And hundreds all over for every lie