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 to 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
We’re the voices in your head, death, bed
We’re the voices in your head, death, bed