I hear voices
Telling me what to do
Hissing and lurking
Behind my punctured ears
The wind blows through
My six holes
Reminding me what I should do
And encouraging me to take the easy road
I try and try to rid of them
I hold my ears shut
The voices climb into my brain
Taking over my body
Making me stumble over the days
Carelessly high
And stupefied in my own mind.
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