• I hear the voices
    Of the dead
    Making shrills and quarrels
    In my head
    I want to run
    I want to hide
    But even so
    I'm stuck inside
    They trap and sing
    Their voices ring
    Of the sorrows I've
    Gone through.
    You really don't understand
    The tears that I've been through
    And to think
    It's all because of you.