Matt Skiba - Voices

On the ceiling there’s a feeling
and its spreading like ink
that is slowly spilling out from
the well
and all the guilt that you felt
smiling down from above
with a pit inside you deeper
than hell
And it’s a crime all the time you
spent blaming yourself
All is fine in the shrine of
mystery and doubt
And I tried, I tried, I tried to
explain they’re in vain but it’s
no fucking help
All alone with the voices in
your head
Skin and bones hell knows all
the poison that you’ve been fed
All alone with the voices in
your head
In the dark as you walk hand in
hand with the living dead
The living dead
On the floor by the door there’s
a sliver of light
and a pair of cloven feet
standing there
and there’s a knock as the
clock strikes 3:33, as you
awaken to a living nightmare
and it’s a shame that you
blame your bad luck on a girl
you destroy and rejoice as you
fuck up the world and
I scream, I scream, I scream and
I dream of the day that you’re
finally gone
all alone with the voices in your
head
Skin and bones hell knows all
the poison that you’ve been fed
all alone with the voices in your
head
In the dark as you walk hand in
hand with the living dead
The living dead
I escaped to a place called
Babylon
through the gates face to face
with the seven headed one
I escaped to a place called
Babylon
never to return I’m here to burn
eternally home sweet home
All alone with the voices in
your head
Skin and bones hell knows all
the poison that you’ve been fed
All alone with the voices in
your head
In the dark as you walk hand in
hand with the living dead
All alone with the voices in
your head
Skin and bones hell knows all
the poison that you’ve been fed
all alone with the voices in your
head
in the dark as you walk hand in
hand with the living dead