discretely I crawl out from under this skin
their voices whisper in my ear, they're in my head
I no longer know where my body has been
when I'm alone I laugh at the people I mislead
pull the knife out of your throat
your not real, you were never real
evidently I know I should keep my mouth shut
for the normal will stare me down in fear
my words are spent, I pour blood from this cut
you haven't seen what I have seen my dear
my mother fights the demons inside of me
these bite marks are evidence that you know nothing about me

the voices they whisper in my ear
scare those afraid of emptiness
they are not what they appear
fear is the root of loneliness
pull the knife out of your throat
your not real, you were never real