wisper wisper
wisper wisper
the voices' lysp fill my ears
they've been with me all these years
they constanly go never ending
they've cause me so much pain cause they're transending
wisper wipser
the voices go they started calling my mother a hoe
you think you can play me like a toy
well I wont be pushed around by you little boys
wisper wisper
the voices stopped medication now clouds my brain
who knew wisper wisper was just a game
it was my sister all dead and cold
it was my grandpa all wrinkly and old
it was my life dead as can be
well fuck I guess its me
wisper wisper
the voices seem to have disappeared finally
I can feel my own emotions without having to feel all the commotion
I now can sleep at night
wisper wisper what a termite
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