I hear voices, they tell me to stop
Why should I listen,
They've never felt the drop
They hide in corners behind the pretty girls
In their
Gold in their gold in their gold
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight
My soul you can have it cause it don't mean shit
I'd sell it to the devil for
Another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here

I hear
Voices, echo in my brain
They don't like it cause I'm not dressed the same
They
Hunt for rabbits just like Yosemite Sam
Say your prayers, say your prayers, say your
Prayers
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight

My soul you
Can have it cause it don't mean shit
I'll sell it to the devil for another hit
And
Midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
My soul you can have it cause it don't
Mean shit
I'll sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I
Wish that you were here

There's no need to fall, there's no need at all
Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
How did end up here And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
Out of control on my own trying to find
My way back
How did end up here
And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I
Hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop

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Writer(s): SERGIO PIZZORNO