They come and talk to me,
When I am all alone,
They always remind me of,
All the things that I´ve done wrong,

It´s scary, disturbing, but somehow I´m not sorry,
They only thing that´s even real,
Is the feeling that I don´t feel.

It´s all the same, but they´re so different,
Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets.

I hear them, they´re calling,
The skeletons in my closet.

It´s taking parts of me, into the unknown,
It´s like a void inside of me,
That goes on and on and on.

It´s scary, disturbing, but somehow I´m not sorry,
They only thing that´s even real,
Is the feeling that I don´t feel.

It´s all the same, but they´re so different,
Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets.

I hear them, they´re calling,
The skeletons in my closet.

Now I just can´t pretend to forget,
These voices in my head,
And they just won´t stop screaming.

It´s all the same, but they´re so different,
Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets.

I hear them, they´re calling,
The skeletons in my closet.