Voices around my head Born from a universe of some bordem and life impaired Mucous aligned with sticks that beat on my oxygen But I'm armed with a cicatrix tonight I'm fighting back yeah Hang on oh myriad of angels inside my head Ooh treat me like you do Let your knowledge out Stand up and say it loud Ooh treat me like you do and i'll do the same for you Dull conversation lies on paranoia's side Lock in, shallow on overdrive Give me a whisper I can choke on Surrounded by your intakes your lullabies It's all a game I hate to lose I owe you nothing, nothing to prove Armed with a cicatrix tonight Nothing to hide Chorus X2