Texty: Black Flag. Who's Got The 10½? (Live). In My Head.

I hear voices when no one's around
Silent voices that no one can see
I hear voices that don't make a sound
The distant calling that calls out to me

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm rotting in your arms
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
In my head
In my head

Sometimes fables(? )
Are different than mine
They always come over when no one's around
Strangers(? ) dark
They crawl in my face and won't leave me alone

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm burning through your skull
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain
In my head
In my head

I (? ) light
I (? ) side of my skull
When i(? ) alone
Someone was laughing and pointing at me

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm rotting in your arms
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain
In my head
In my head

(? ) side of my head

The bullets are bright it's kept in the dark
(? ) side of my head
(? ) millions of (? ) shot in the dark

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm rotting in your arms
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
In my head
In my head

I hear voices when no one's around
Silent voices that no one can see
I hear voices that don't make a sound
The distant calling that calls out to me

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm rotting in your arms
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
In my head
In my head

Sometimes(? )
They(? )
When(? )
(? ) dark
(? ) and won't leave me alone

Feels so nice and hopeless when I'm burning in your womb
In my head
In my head
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull
In my head
In my head