All my friends are sleeping with ghosts
it's the memories that haunt them the most

think that i might hop on the trend
but if i dwell, then i will die with them

i killed the voices cause they were holding me down
i took your weapon, removed it from my mouth
what i thought was love was Satan
oh, it's such a mess i'm making
where will i go when i die now?

and now my brain's on the wall
i'd do anything to see them fall
and i swear, you don't compare
to the one who had it all

Jesus Christ would think twice before taking a look in my head
but i know that he loves me and hope he forgives me instead