• The voices...
    They call to me.
    I can hear them,
    calling my name.
    What do they want from me?
    I'm scared...
    I must be crazy...
    I tell myself over and over.
    They're not real.
    But what if they are real?

    The voices...
    they call to me.
    What if death,
    Being the unpredictable curse that it is,
    is just on my doorstep?
    Watching, waiting,
    While I slumber.
    Is it me?
    Do they want me?
    But why?
    I must be crazy...
    I must be crazy.

    The voices...
    they call to me.
    What do you want from me?
    My life?
    You can't have it.
    Not yet.
    There's still too much to do.
    So many people, friends,
    And my love.