Private Radio

There are voices in my head

And demons in my soul

Sometimes they keep me warm

Sometimes they leave me coldThere are strangers in my bed

To caress my jaded skin

And squeeze my body tight

And forgive me of my sinsAnd I know Im not insane

If I am, Im not to blame

Its just this damned old hungry pain

Like a drug inside my veinsAnd Ive sown just what Ive reaped

And my thoughts are mine to keep

And through my chilly bones they creep

And they whisper me to sleepWhen the nighttime goes away

And the voices have all gone

I fumble with my clothes

And put myself back onI walk out on the streets

To face another day

I know Ill meet my fears

Somewhere along the wayAs I climb the mighty steel

And watch the river flow

Ill drown beneath the waves

Of my own private radio