Gentle Voices (feat. LongestSoloEver)

Wherever you roam

Nothing beckons you home

Like gentle voices coming from within

Which are not your own

To guide you, and remind you

You're not alone

Ask yourself why you decided to pop in

If droppin' by does not happen here often

This haven is haunted

Our graveyard, a garden

Now planted, we're plottin'

Uproot us, we're rotten

Forgotten, discarded

But not yet departed

Imprisoned, unpardoned

For crimes I had no part in

Now I'm beyond disarmin'

Just like a clock, you're runnin'

Because your time is comin'

Beware the ides are marchin'

I'll be what they promised me, anything I want to be

All I know is hatred, you cannot encase it as long as I got the keys

Thought you were their savior?

Nothing but a player, and the game is hard to see

Which I watch over in this role some would call fatherly

Rip them apart and stitch them together

Rivers of blood, this pain turned to pleasure

Rough are the hands of any inventor

And mine are fit to pit you against her

The gentle voices

Infest your mind

Your every choice is

By their design

You give 'em every answer, get the question right

Do it all again until they get the one they like

Never see it comin', smoke in your eyes

Are you getting nervous?

(So was— so was—) So was I

Makin' a recovery

Thinkin' that they promised me a lie

I should have died

And now inside, I'm a trinity of suffering

We don't need them, you've got power

Take your freedom, wait for the hour

The gentle voices

Infest your mind

Your every choice is

By their design

Tortured and toyed with

Tear down the blinds

No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind

Please stay a while (Come and find me)

To make a smile (Would you kindly?)

If you love us, you can fix this

There's no doctor for my sickness

As fear begins to fester

All we can hear—

The gentle voices (What pleasant noises)

Infest your mind (You've invested in lies)

Your every choice is (So empty, pointless)

By their design (On assembly lines)

Tortured and toyed with (Procured with poison)

Tear down the blinds (The ties that bind)

No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind