I don’t hear the voices anymore
They have gone and all is gloom
The smell of blood and death I love.
Know, they'll be back again for sure
When they let me out of this room
Next time I'll be sure to wear a glove.
The medication I carefully ignore
And fool them because they assume
That it's the drugs that make me snore
But just wait until I’m out this room.
I don't hear the voices anymore
When I’m gone there will be gloom.