Voice

I’ve got a voice in my head telling me to go ahead in this path of hell

Every breath I take every choice I make is a battle I have to face

But it doesn’t matter which road I take, of the suffering I face

It only keeps on driving me to bring of death

Cause the illusion has already been created

To deceive me of the beauty I was born with

I am the puppet to my master, controlled by the string of lies

Making me believe all that matters, is perfection in every eyes