An hour be for dawn
the voices are not yet gone
as they laugh and cry
they are telling me to die
many ways they have tried
soon i will die the knife,gun, or jump
or a shotgun, only one pump
an hour after dawn
finally the voices are gone
no more talk of death
i now can take an easy breath
my life can now go on
only because the voices are gone
now its a day as always
not anything like most days
these friends in my head
i wish they were dead
i know they wish the same as i
all they want is for me to die
one day i will win this war
never will it be a boar
these voices in my head
my friends the devil has bread
will be with me until the end of time
a war i cannot win
is this a sin
to win this war
my blood finally hits the floor
