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Voices are calling
filling my mind
whispering sweet things
Everything's fine
Look in the mirror
who do you see
just a reflection
a person who's not me

Take out the mask
put on a show
make them believe
you don't really know
the things that you've done
are all in the past
reality's closing in
holding you fast

Ohhh the voices call...

Show..me..the way
the way to your soul
Follow the trail
fill up the bowl
let me divide you
the soul from the flesh
just what's inside you
I'll never know...
I guess

Over too quickly
not enough red, I think
not enough sticky
better off dead
washing the blood off
takes far too much time
hearing the clock tick
fall out of line

Cleaning the scene
I scout for a piece
a little memento
a little release
a trifle, a token
a feeling of lust
Touching your body
it blows away, dust

Show..me..the way
the way to your soul
Follow the trail
fill up the bowl
let me divide you
the soul from the flesh
just what's inside you
I'll never know...
I guess...

unless I open you up

Copyright 1997 Rogue