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(sung in a heavy grunge metal)

	(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
	(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
(sung in metal --->)	My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell, even with the best gps, the secrets my mind will never tell.
	My mind is a special box with toys and things to keep you in care. When you see what will happen to you, you'll wish I was a bear. Ripping and shredding tearing you apart. Showing you the way to extract your heart.
	If you were wise, you wouldn't try to run. That's not a good start. 
	Puzzles and mazes show you how to leave.
I wouldn't listen to that lil fella. His name is Steve. Muhaha, some things are dangerous and might be a trap. If you take advice from the voice or try to entertain them, your neck will certainly snap.  
	(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
	(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
	Meds take you to a certain level. Never keeping you where you want to be. Drugs are bad, m'kay, unless prescribed by a professional, then give all your drugs to me. 
	My mind is a cell keeping me locked up like Mike Tyson's dove. Tossing and turning rest avoids me like true love. All these voices bring more questions about what’s above. 
	No matter how many meds you take, the voices never come to a halt. Why do they do this to me? Is this really my fault? My mind is a cell. With its depths comparable to a vault. The contents were more mysterious than a treasure chest filled with rare salt.
	(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
	(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
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