Sometimes, in the quiet, when the night is truly deep,
A kind of doctor finds me here, parked right beside the trash.
They speak in low, calm tones, offering an outreach flash.
They don't demand a clinic wall, they meet me where I lie,
They talk of quiet medicine and try to catch my eye.
The voices hiss, "Don't take the pill! It's poison, you will see!"
But slowly, surely, when the medication starts to hold,
The whispers start to weaken, and the story can be told.
They work to build a bridge, helping me to steady ground,
And for the first time in forever, peace is faintly found.
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Oh, the voices in my head are loud, they drown the traffic out,
Telling me the world's a lie, filled with fear and doubt.
I'm caught between the sidewalk stone and the chaos in my brain,
A broken vessel, sailing through the torrent and the pain.
I search for shelter from the cold, and shelter from the fray,
But there's no safe harbor when your mind won't let you stay.
(Outro)
No safe harbor, not yet...
But the cold is starting to soften, the fear might just subside.
That doctor's helping me find a place where I can hide,
The medicine is working, the terror starts to cease.
And maybe, just maybe... A sunny day and I'll finally find my peace.
Just the voices in my head... but they're beginning to be quiet.

The Voices and the Glances 🧠

(Verse 1)
The bench is cold, the rain is soft, but my clothes are thin and wet,
I watch the streetlights blur and bleed, things I can't quite forget.
But the memories, they twist and turn, like a lock I can't undo,
One minute it's the friendly sun, the next the sky is bruised and blue.
They see the coat, the dirty hands, they don't see the hurricane,
The voices that crawl up my spine, a never-ending rain.
Every quick glance is a judgment, every siren is a threat,
I clutch my meager blanket, convinced they haven't finished yet.
(Chorus)
Oh, the voices in my head are loud, they drown the traffic out,
Telling me the world's a lie, filled with fear and doubt.
I'm caught between the sidewalk stone and the chaos in my brain,
A broken vessel, sailing through the torrent and the pain.
I search for shelter from the cold, and shelter from the fray,
But there's no safe harbor when your mind won't let you stay.
(Verse 2)
The voices argue over directions, telling me to run,
They point fingers at the shadows, warning me of everyone.
I try to follow the simple rules—find food, stay out of sight—
But then a thought catches fire, and I lose the grip on light.
A kind face offers me a dime, but the voices scream "A snare!"
"They're watching you, they're tracking you, be careful what you share!"
So I push the help away, swallowed by my own despair.
(Bridge)