It's your thoughts
Things that you feed yourself
That gives you these thoughts
I've been observing
I've been listening
No word from your lips favours happiness.
It's the books you read
That slowly gets mud on your feet

You blurt words of darkness.
Aye, I said it, You.
You've let bad take control.
You call it belief
It's how you choose to control you.
You believe the voices in your head
They might be lost;
lost as you
lost as you