Hell's right here.

Hell’s right here.

Strange voices live inside my head,
They sometimes shout and scream and yell.
I often fear they want me dead,
But will that save me from this hell?

They sometimes shout and scream and yell,
Their whispered taunts urge me to kill.
But will that save me from this hell?
Is there no life that I can fill?

Their whispered taunts urge me to kill.
Is there no choice for me? No chance?
Is there no life that I can fill?
I would so love to live and dance.

Is there no choice for me? No chance?
I often fear they want me dead.
I would so love to live and dance,
To hear a song inside my head.