Quiet voices that won't leave your head
Uncontrolled and best left unsaid
Parts you wish that you could shed
Shove in the ground and abandon for dead
So you hide
Conceal yourself with pride
And pray you don't collide
But why would you abide
Just take a stance and let it ride
Isolation, you're cut off it seems
Another outcast living off dreams
No signs of pity directed at you
Reclusive wretch; what else can you do?
So you hide
Conceal yourself with pride
And pray you don't collide
But why would you abide
Just take a stance and let it ride
It's just a whisper, nothing at all
But its effect is one that precedes your fall
Shoved in a cage and now your back's to the wall
The secret is out so will you stand tall or crawl?
Just take a stance and let it ride