I Hear Voices Pt. 2 - 12" Version

Tossing
Turning, dreams of murder. Someone's killing me
It changes—that's nice—I'm on a killing spree
All done, cold blood, waking up to cold sweats
This is such a cold world, my conscience getting death threats
Shadows choking me, my last breath
Lets out my body. It's a conspiracy
My mind and my body's not really down with me
Me against the whole world, it's a little deeper
Me against myself, I fight the Grimm Reaper
Swing sickle, I got my Glock busting rounds off
Demented, schizophrenic. I know this sounds off
To you. I do not lie. When I doze off
Spirits hope I die. Whatever
Angels waste their time, they work together
Scheme and plot on me 'cause I'm son of man
I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam
Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me
I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me
Put me out my misery. I'm living misery
I kill all my enemies 'cause I love company
Those who seek me are called wise men
Or either wise guys. I pray you comprehend
And realize I'm condemned