Twisted whispers are in my head.
These whispers are from under my bed.
They tell me to kill and rip you to shreads.
These whispers are screaming from the dead.

These whispers are killing my mind.
They want me to kill every kind.
When I refuse, they make me blind,
then they take controll, and kill what they find.

They tell me to run, to kill.
They tell me whats fake and real.
They taught me to murder and steal.
These whispers are what I feel.

Twisted whispers are in my brain.
They are deep down in my pain.
It's so crazy I'm insaine.
They tell me to run and kill in vain.

The twisted whispers are all around.
Twisted whispers under the ground.
Twisted whispers are what I've found.
Twisted whispers don't make a sound.