The Call
How is it am hearing my name in my head?
Come to me, come to me, come to me
This is consistent am getting disturbed
Could it be the angels are calling me for a lunch in heaven?
Could it be am getting paranoid when not on steroid?
Checking very closely; I found something else.
There are voices in my head that don't understand me
They keep re-dialling as I refuse to pick their call.
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