In the corner of his room

Like a fetus still and new

He breathes his last retreats

While the walls match every breath

For the lights in his stereo

Pulse right with his heart

And a single candle burns

His last warning in the dark

And the music leaks through speakers

That daddy long-legs hold

Three feet off the ground

It's the voices in his head

For a moment he is sane

Just a fever in his brain

Then he sees the padded walls

Grabs his stomach as he falls

This is not a place to die

No one ever heard him cry

Then the doctor rushed his cell

With a needle labeled "hell"

And the heat shot through his veins

And labeled in his brain, insane

And it's the voices in his head

Then he sees a passing train

On the side, he reads his name

And jumps a car so old

Inside his heart goes cold

For the seats are occupied

By his victims left to die

As he passes down the aisle

They just laughed for it's his trial

Then the terror floods through him

And rips his pale skin

Prepare for hell

And it's the voices in his head

Hell is calling

Time is tolling

Down he's going

In the evil earth

In madness he must dwell

And ride the train though hell

For eternity, ha, ha, ha

It's the voices in his head

That would make a lunatic drown