Crawling on the edge

Sick of being sick

Help me get away

I can’t even think

I am not afraid

I keep all my enemies alive

Gotta wait

Just a taste

Something simple bitter sweet

Your a waste

There’s just nothing underneath

Pretty face

Got the snakes showing colours

I just need a break from the

Fakes and the lovers

Somethings in the air

And it getting kind of cynical

I’ll be counting pictures with the kings and criminals

You could never tell the truth

You running out of shit prove

I bet the I’ll look better on the dark side

Got you living lost with regret

I’m the voices in your head

We’re the Voices in your Head, Death, Bed

We’re the Voices in your Head, Death, Bed

I can hear you calling out my name

We just found a way to get away

I'm amazed

That you never saw it coming

Left you on ceiling

Thinking you’d amount to something

Now I’m fucking running

High

I'm watching it burn

I’m drunk off hurt

You're a waste

There's just nothing underneath

Pretty face

Got the snakes showing colours

I just need a break from the

Fakes and the lovers

Somethings in the air

And it getting kind of cynical

I’ll be counting pictures with the kings and criminals

You could never tell the truth

You running out of shit prove

I bet the I’ll look better on the dark side

Got you living lost with regret

I’m the voices in your head