There's too many voices living in my head

and when I go to sleep at the night they stay awake instead

and they make me take a walk in the middle of the night 

and they slice people, dice people on my midnight flight



I don't want to do it

but they make me do it

Please don't put me through with my midnight flight



I wake up in the morning and I think its just a dream

but then i see the bodies on my tiny TV screen

I put my plastic clothing in my washing machine

and it clenses my senses of the horrors that they've seen



Something isn't normal

but I can't describe normal

Please don't make me normal, make me obscene



I don't grow but the death toll does

they wonder why we do it but the answer's just "because"

Last night I ate the heart of a girl of age just two

and when her mother found her, you should have heard her coo:



"oh my little baby

killed by someone crazy

let's hope it's just a phase he's going through"



Cause I'm not understanding

You can't foresee the ending

well, there's no use pretending

the sky is blue