Natural Selections

I turn down the volume,

to hear the voices in my head,
trying to speak out loud and clear,

I like those spirits of fume,
trapped right under my bed,
every night i rest, for the next day, its what i'll hear.

I don't need another costume,
to impress that redhead,
for what I'd need, was a little more... sincere.

I'm not gonna wait, I'll burn myself out..
Even if it means risking..
what we don't call freedom.