It’s late at night
And the voices are returning to your head
You tried to cease them, with all your might
In the hopes that they would never bother you again in bed.
They are the ghosts of your own making —
the products of your reshaping
But it’s time to rest
Don’t let them put you in test.
You’re alone at night
And the guns start firing away
Like the rest, like the rest, you wish to survive this day
Everything is red now, within your sight.
They fell down in heaps
And theirs is yours to keep
It’s time to rest
But you are now in test.