The Voices

Fucking white trash, wasted on the street, talking to his demons!

Struggling against tin air, trying to beat his demons!

In is head noise and Chaos, stress and anxiety!

Fuck! A bottle is telling him to drink more that he will forget all!

Alone on the street, but overloaded on the head!

When he drinks, in the cup, on the middle of the alcohol there he is ... another demon!

He goes to drink to forgot and he seats up in the bar with all the demons!

Fathers! Brothers! Relatives! Ancestors! Co-workers! Bosses! Demons! Angels! Saints! Devils! God! Satan! Everyone lives in his head and sleeps on his bed.

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Even his watch is causing him anxiety!

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Only Death is not talking to him!

Maybe she let him in this world for mistake! She looked at him and thought he was already dead!

Maybe there is a purpose for his "existence"!

Maybe ... he needs to die! Kill everyone who is in his head and die to live!

Maybe ... I will go there and shoot everyone and kill him ... because I love him!
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